Mystery and murder at love’s.
It was 6:30 way to early for most to get up, even for work.
The room was dark, quiet, only a fan could heard blowing steadily to break the silence. The only light beamed a crimson red into the room. As soon as it hit six thirty one, the gentle silence was broken by the annoying beeping sound emanating from the alarm clock. The sound didn’t last long the noisy thing, was beaten into silence by the shadow that loomed next to it. “Time to get up already?” Soon enough the darkness dissipated, and the room was engulfed by light. Wow that’s really bright. The girl blinked a few times adjusting her eyes, before slumping for to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, before jumping into the shower like she always did. One of her bad habits. The hot water traveled down her body waking her, and making her sense more alert. Her hair had been tangled into a bun, but was released when she got out of the shower, making the purple locks fall gently over her shoulders. She absentmindedly swiped her work clothes from the towel rack, some reason she always left them in the bathroom.
When she was dressed she slipped back into her room, checking the time. 6:25, like usual. She sighed heavily then made her way to the dresser that her clock stood on. She grabbed at small item that was hidden snuggly beneath her purse., A name tag that read Karena Nightingale, in thick black letters. She pinned it to her work blouse, grabbed her car keys out of her purse, then headed out the door.  Her trusty, and very expensive Mustang was waiting eagerly in the driveway. She unlocked the door, automatically identifying were the key should go, and which way it should turn after having it for so long. Two years to be exact. She sighed peacefully when she heard the engine purr.
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