The Wasted (3) : A Freewrite

In the enigmatic metropolis of Eldoria, wherein secrets and mysteries had been woven into the very fabric of existence, there existed an unspoken stability among light and shadow. At the heart of this arcane equilibrium changed into Langley, a woman whose presence sent shivers down the spines of the maximum bold criminals. But it turned into Mr Moses, an enigmatic figure with nefarious reasons, who sought to disrupt the delicate concord of this peculiar city.

Langley, her ebony hair cascading like a waterfall of darkness, changed into a famend private investigator. Her sharp thoughts and uncanny intuition had solved endless enigmatic cases. Her office became cloaked in an air of mystique, nestled within the hidden alleys of Eldoria. Her customers, normally determined souls with troubled pasts, knew that Langley turned into their most effective hope while all seemed lost.

It was on a cold, moonless night time that Langley obtained a cryptic message. The message's origin remained shrouded in uncertainty, but it bore the call "Mr Moses." It seemed like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, begging to be unraveled. The message turned into quick however carried an ominous tone: "The metropolis's darkest secret lies on your hands."