The Witch Detective

Zara checked her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She looked good, as usual. She wore a black leather jacket, a red scarf, a pair of jeans, and boots. She had long blonde hair, green eyes, and a cute nose. She also had a silver pentagram necklace, a wand in her pocket, and a spellbook in her backpack.

She was a witch, and a good one at that.

She grabbed her backpack and headed out of her apartment. She lived in a small studio in the downtown area of the city, close to her work. She worked as a private investigator, specializing in cases involving the supernatural. She had a knack for finding clues, casting spells, and cracking codes. She loved her job, and she was good at it.

She walked down the street, enjoying the morning breeze. The city was alive with people, cars, and noise. She loved the city, too. It was full of energy, diversity, and opportunity. It was also full of magic, hidden from the eyes of most humans. Zara could see it, though. She could see the fairies fluttering in the park, the vampires lurking in the alleys, the werewolves running in the night. She could also see the dark magic, the curses, the hexes, the demons. She could see the danger.

She reached her office building and entered the lobby. She took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked to her office door. It had a sign that read:

Zara Moon Private Investigator Specializing in Supernatural Cases No Job Too Big or Too Small