Once inside the biggest coffin in existence — the creepy building — it bore no proof of ever having sheltered humans or supernaturals. They found themselves in an empty cement box. No walls separating apartments, no remains of furniture. Only two giant holes: one connecting to the adjacent building, the other partially covered by an upper part of the street. Maybe it was a trap after all.

    ”Welcome to our new house,” the man revealed, expanding his arms into the ample nothingness.

    ”Our what?”

    ”It's safe to assume you noticed I was gone for a long time, yeah?” he changed the subject but failed to change Luna's shocked expression.

    ”Yes, it was unusual. Two more days and I would've had law enforcers knocking on our door, eviction notice in hand.” Her curiosity welcomed the new topic anyway.

 

    ”I was tidying this den up! And rehearsing the presentation, but it feels like that part could've used a little polishing. Marnie was right. Her idea was better.” Marnie, a law enforcer. Protecting the people of Hometown mattered more to her than vegetables ever could. Luna found her brown skin, delicate features and dark curls alluring, and with them, a difficulty to interact with her. If someone as smart as Marnie didn't oppose it, the place was safe enough. As silence spoke for her, he smirked and raised an eyebrow: eyes on the fully exposed weak point. ”She proposed it.” Attack landed right on it. He knew how to lure Luna in. She had no hidden intention of asking Marnie to confirm the veracity of this bold affirmation.