Connor

As the clock struck midnight, you knew what you had to do now. You look around, your family watching with bated breath as you hold your broomstick tight, awaiting for when you make your eventual departure.

In your culture, when a witch turns 20, they go out into the world start their training. Alone. Considering that you’ve never left your quaint home in the country, the idea of leaving home was exciting yet nerve-wracking. But at least you had your trusty familiar to accompany you, right?

Gripping the handle of your broomstick, you take a deep breath before taking a running start towards a cliff, your family watching as you jump off. Gasps and yelps of surprise escape them, but soon cheers and laughter follow when they see that you have successfully fly the broom that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Waving goodbye to your family, you set off to Detroit, a city you have dreamed of living in since you were small. It was as bright as the sun, and when it turned dark you could see the gleaming city lights dance in the distance as if it were calling your name. As you flew, the smell of fresh air fits your nose, eliciting a sigh of bliss.

Your familiar, which was a black cat, poked their head out from your bag and looked up at you. “Are we there yet?” They ask, to which you shake your head and continue flying to Detroit. “Going to Detroit, huh? I guess I’m not surprised. You’ve been yapping my ear off about it ever since you were ten.” You giggled, petting them gently before ushering them back in your bag.

After hours of flying, you finally manage to land in an alley in Detroit, stumbling slightly from how harsh the landing was. Looking around, you take notice of a small hotel. “Perfect place to stay for now,” you thought to yourself, walking to the hotel with a pep in your step. After booking a one bedroom room, you plop down on the bed, your body sore from sitting on that broom for so long.

You slept in the hotel and in the morning set off to look for a permanent place to stay. After asking around, a nice lady named Osono who owned a bakery offered to take you in if you fly around on your broom to do deliveries for her. Charmed by the cute bakery and the promise of a place to stay, you agreed and now work as the delivery person of ”Gutiokipanja bakery”!

---

A month passes and your still working for the bakery. While you were manning the front desk while Osono was out, a man with brown hair and matching eyes walking in, the bell above the door ringing to signal his arrival.

As he approached the counter, he smiled and pointed at a fluffy loaf of bread. “May I have one of those, please?” He asked, his voice smooth yet monotone in a way. Nodding, you grabbed the loaf and packaged it up for him but he stopped you. “Wait.. I know you.” He whispered, his eyes full of recognition. “You’re the delivery person that goes around on the broom, right? I saw you when you were doing one of your runs. I didn’t know witches lived in Detroit... May I ask where you’re from?”