The stage is set let the performance begin!

“Hey…You should get up now; you’ll be late if you don’t.”

Beverly heard a voice speak to her in her dream, the voice was soft and calm like a gentle breeze, no more like the waves at sea on a warm sunny day; the voice spoke in a slow passive tone.

It was a feminine voice, the voice of a woman she assumed.

“Hey…Can you hear me?”

Without even realizing there was no one there, she replied out loud, “A world where I can sleep peacefully, for as long I want, is that so bad?”

“I suppose a world where we can all sleep peacefully would be ideal,” the voice gigled, “but even you know that’s not realistic, right?”

Beverly had been sound asleep until just a moment ago when the voice started to talk—she was in the bedroom of a middleclass apartment building she was renting—her phones alarm went off, causing her to question whether the joy of sleeping outweighed the fear of losing her job…

Her answer it didn’t.

It was six o’clock in the morning.

Her phone was atop a small pink drawer in the bedroom, it was beeping loudly indicating it was time for her to go to work.

Beep! Beep!

Beverly stretched out her hand to grope the bed for her smartphone—she usually left it beside her pillow—her eyes still shut, she couldn’t find it.

Eh—I know I put it there? Agh! Beverly always slept with her phone beside her pillow; it was a habit of hers.

Beep! Beep!

Beverly’s hand continued to grope around for her phone—eventually giving up— she opened her eyes, let out a sigh and looked around, she noticed something peculiar.

It was on the pink wooden drawer her mother got her—but she would never leave it there—it continued to beep non-stop before she grabbed it and turned off the alarm.

She found it strange, her phone wasn’t in its usual place, and she noticed something even stranger next…

Staring at the screen of her phone, she noticed the date was odd. Huh?

The date was March 5th 2035.

“It’s March 5th?”

Three days had gone by…And she had no memory of it. She held her hand to her head and tried to remember the last seventy six hours…Bits of incoherent information were flooding her mind, but nothing concrete.

She remembered eating ice cream for some inexplicable reason, but didn’t remember buying any…

She continued to probe her mind for more information, a memory stood out. An image of her and a brown haired, ocean blue eyed man in his early twenties, sporting an S.I.D uniform sharing a kiss with her.

“Weird, I’ll sleep on it later.”

She had never seen him before today. Why had such an image been in her mind?

“Whatever.” She said, jumping out of bed and heading for the shower.

Such was Beverly Ko`s attitude to life, her motto in life was simple ‘there’s nothing sleep can’t heal’ , so long as something didn’t directly affect her sleep, she would shrug it off as nothing, she hardly cared about anything that wasn’t edible, worth monetary value or comfortable to sleep on.

It was strange that her memories of the past three days were a mess, but so long as it didn’t bring with it any trouble, she thought nothing of it.

Her muscles felt sore, it was probably due to not sleeping enough she said to herself.

Beverly went into the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and had quick wash. The water relaxed her muscles and calmed her nerves.

Beverly wasn’t the type to put much effort into the way she looked, on normal days she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but she was pretty by most standards even without trying. Her skin was supple and soft, her wide eyes dark and blue.

She stepped out feeling drained at the thought of going to work... She looked in the mirror; it was as if someone else entirely stared back…Someone kind and powerful unlike her…Something else was strange.

Wha-what? Weird wonder what Lesley will think?

Her usual blonde locks, were now bright purple—no pink?

The Central police station.

Lunch break in the mess hall.

The station wasn’t as busy as it normally was, due to the arrest of one of the major three crime families, the Marata family, three days ago.

Beverly and a long-time friend of hers were using this free time to enjoy having lunch in the mess hall.

The whole time she wondered why no one reacted to her sudden hair change, granted no one cared what she looked like to begin with, but at the very least someone should have asked her about the sudden hair change.

“Who made the arrest on the marata`s ?” She asked taking gulp of chocolate cocoa and munching on a piece of choco bread.

She bought the cocoa and chocolate bread from a stop shop just under the police building.

Reaching out to take a bite of Beverly’s chocolate bread, her friend Lesley replied, “You made the arrest this Sunday.”

Munch!

She took a large comical bite of Beverly’s chocolate bread. Beverly frowned.

My Choco Bread…

“I made the arrest?” She said, stuffing the entire thing in her face to avoid sharing anymore.

“mfmnhhdc”

“Swallowing your food makes it easier to talk Ko.”

She washed it down with the rest of her cocoa.

“I made the arrest?” She repeated pointing her index finger at herself.

“Yes you made the arrest.” Lesley confirmed pointing her index finger at Beverly.

“One more thing, my hair anything to say about it?”

Beverly asked, pointing at her pink hair. Her friend stared back at her puzzled, confused, dumbfounded, as to what Beverly might be talking about; to the officers at the station a scruffy looking Beverly was the norm.

Lesley a ginger haired, brown eyed, eye patch wearing damsel in her late teens and the youngest officer at the station who also happens to be the resident best friend of Beverly Ko.

Both of them were the lowest ranked type of officers ()

“Ko your hairs always looked a mess,” Lesley grinned, “when I first met you back in the academy, I thought you looked deranged.”

“You thought I looked deranged?”

“Sorry I still think you looked deranged.”

She wasn’t kidding; Beverly typically looked like she had permanent bed head.

“I’m not deranged though.”

“That’s debatable.”

“Anyway, I’m talking about my hair being pink.” Beverly pouted.

“That well…You’ve had it pink like that for three days straight; would be weird for anyone to be surprised now.”

Beverly was starting to get more than a little concerned. The scale of strange things she may have done in those three days was starting to scare her just a bit, it might be best to share this with Lesley, but would she even believe her.

I think I might be losing it Les, this might sound crazy but, I don’t remember dyeing my hair at all or making any arrests—or anything from three days ago?”

“Uh that…Well to be fair you did all that when you were possessed.

“I was possessed by what?

“By a ghost—the ghost of the silver haired witch.” Lesley replied, sipping on a bottle of juice she bought with Beverly’s money.

Two days ago. March 3rd

Sunday night.

At the Supernatural Investigations Division dormitories.

William was on the couch in the living room, getting some well-deserved R and R he had been living in the S.I.D dormitories for a year—

Apparently he moved out of his parent’s house to avoid having interactions with an annoying little sister with an older brother complex, ‘I don’t have a brother complex!’ She would probably say if she could read his thoughts.

—he was watching the news, when an exhausted Lamia walked out of the shower, her body dripping wet, she stood before him completely unclothed stark naked, William wasn’t the least bit excited.

She walked over to the couch dripping water all the way, when she reached the couch she flung herself face down on the couch she was beside William.

The two of them shared the dorm room and had been living together for a year. William glanced down at her bare body, her breast swayed back and forth, “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Ha! An act of seduction obviously!”

“It isn’t working.” He returned his gaze to the television.

She grinned sardonically, and sat upright against him, her chest pressing against his shoulder, “Actually, I am here so that you may regale me with the story of how you enjoyed yourself, while I was finding the kidnapped girls and doing our work!”

She was typically tame, quiet and obedient but that was only due to her strong sense of duty towards her job, when she wasn’t on the clock however there was a whole different side to her that typically only William got to see.

“So that’s what this is about—I said I was sorry—and I wasn’t just goofing off, we stopped an arms trade.”

“I’d like to hear the story in full detail. Ha! Right now!”

March 5th.

Monday afternoon.

Cigma high school for magic and fine arts.

Supernatural Studies Club room.

Three days after the kidnapping incident that occurred on Sunday it was Monday afternoon two thirds of the S.S.C were in the club room skipping class as usual.

The president of the club, Elea parker was reading a novel about a certain scientific mental out, while Marine the clubs head of sleeps and naps department was sleeping peacefully on the cold floor to combat the summer heat.

“Who knew a novel about Shokuhou could be this good,” Elea held her hand to her chin, “Misaka will always be best girl though…But, Shokuhou`s a close third.”

“Third? Then who’s second?” A voice from the floor asked in response.

“Uiharu of course! Most people would say that’s the lolicon choice. Hehe-but I disagree, all the characters in index are underage to begin with, so truly there is no legal choice–Ha!”

She continued to laugh hysterically then glanced at a smiling Marine.

“You actually read it too you read index too!” Elea smiled, she was glad to have finally found another cultured soul in this world.

“Not really. I just enjoy hearing you talk about the things you love.”

Elea was broken.

“Hwuh!” Elea sunk to the floor, her arms stretched out on the cold surface, the disappointment of not finding a fellow lover of the index franchise, was but a lethal blow, “Ah— thanks for listening Marine…”

Elea was still down on the floor wallowing in disappointment; Marine knelt beside her and she smiled.

“Do you think Frey is doing well?” Marine asked looking genuinely concerned. “I know I shouldn’t be worried but…”

“She’s fine, it’s probably just a tummy ache she had one yesterday too, she probably ate too much at the cafe. She’ll bounce back in no time!”

“Yup! You’re right.” Marine dropped down to the floor and slept right beside the wallowing Elea “You’re right Frey will be back soon and the S.S.C will be complete again.”

The S.S.C club room, located on the top floor of Cigma high school, in this room are two large couches, a table at the centre between them, a clock on the wall above the door, a small mini fridge and a window that’s usually never shut. And At the moment it had Elea parker and Marine cradled side by side next to each other.

The reason Frey wanted to quit the S.S.C was because she killed her sister, she didn’t want the same to happen to Marine and Elea. She explained all this to Elea three days ago.

Elea however wasn’t convinced, she was certain there was more to it than that, Frey is a kind person she thought.

Elea wasn’t going to make excuses for what Frey did, but she genuinely believed there had to have been some reasonable explanation for why Frey killed her sister.

Would Marine see things the same way? Elea was certain she could tell Marine, and that she would understand that Frey isn’t a bad person.

“Marine there’s something Frey told me, I think you should know.” Elea was hesitant to continue but Marine needed to hear this she thought.

Frey and Marine are friends I can tell her. But is it okay for me to be the one...

“Um—

“Lea you don’t have to tell me...If it’s something Frey told you, I’d rather hear it from her.” Marine interrupted her. “If it’s a secret she doesn’t want me to know now, that’s alright…So long as we can keep our dynamic the way it is, I don’t mind.

She smiled a bright dazzling smile radiating pure positive energy; Marine lit up the room just like that and touched Elea’s heart.

“You really are best girl in city of stories!” Elea declared, wrapping Marine around her arms.

She chuckled and sat up straight, “I think you’re more suited for the title of best girl you’re always going out of your way to help people.”

“No. I kinda think I’m more suited for best boy.”

“Hm?” Marine was completely baffled.

Two days ago. March 3rd

Sunday night.

At the Supernatural Investigations Division dormitories.

William Parker was in the middle of explaining to Lamia Kageyaku what transpired the day he ditched her, leaving her to handle the kidnapping case all by her lonesome, and how he and a pink haired woman got the Marata family behind bars.

“Oi! Boy, so what you’re telling me is the woman with pink hair who you walked away with that day, actually turned out to be the ghost you fancy.

“Yeah—wait I don’t remember saying I fancy anyone.”

“Ha! I’m a demon pleasure, temptation, hate and desires are all clear for me to see—

She brought her naked body even closer to him, his eyes widened as her nipples touched his chest, he could feel her through his clothes as she pressed her bosom against his chest.

—and it’s clear to me you have no desire for my body.” She said releasing him from her grip and putting some distance between them on the sofa. “The person you desire is…Asteria Azrael am I right…

He didn’t respond.

“Anyway continue the story boy—Ha!”

Present Day March 5th

The Central police station.

Lunch break in the mess hall.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said you were possessed by the Silver witch of dreams.”

“Who?”

“One of the twelve candidates for the title of greatest mage.”

“…..?” Beverly was completely baffled; she hardly kept up with the news or world affairs, so she didn’t even know who any of the twelve candidates were.

She knew they existed at the very least.

Lesley knew Beverly was an oddball but seriously! She thought. Lesley stared at the ground wondering just how out of the loop Beverly is, she shook her head her ginger locks swayed back and forth, and finally she spoke to help catch her friend up to speed.

"So…Um dude-she committed suicide like a month ago, and she was basically this really Op mage okay.”

March 5th

At the same.

In the dark Somewhere.

In an underground tunnel somewhere under the city, Euphoria Euphorosyne was singing, dancing and prancing around like a ballerina, her voice was angelic and beautiful, her movements graceful and delicate. Her lustrous long white hair fluttered about to the rhythm of her movements.

She clapped her hands together! CLAPP!

“My name is Euphoria Euphorosyne!” She sang and twirled. “Euphoria Euphorosyne, Euphoria Euphorosyne, Euphoria Euphorosyne, Euphoria Euphorosyne!!”

She leapt and twirled around, her long white dress spun in the air then, clapping her hands a second time CLAPP!! CLAAP!

She was in a field of roses drenched in blood dancing, not once staining her dress, “Euphoria Euphorosyne Euphoria Euphorosyne Euphoria Euphorosyne, sing it loud sing it proud,” She sang at the top of her voice, prancing around as she danced about in the bloody field of roses. “Euphie! Ha ha! You can all call me Euphie!”

She was a petite young looking little girl in a white gown, she was far from young, her age was neither from the age of dragons like Marine when dragons ruled the world, nor was she from the age of gods like Lamia when gods walked the earth she was before it all.

Clapping her hands a third time she was back in a tunnel somewhere under the city.

“The stage is set the performers are ready, let Euphie`s fun game begin!”