Apprentice Stories

Angel Green sighed as she stepped into the living room of Stuart Browning, the local art professor who had been murdered the night before, and discovered when he didn’t show up for work. Her piercing blue eyes made a quick survey of the room, where everything more or less looked undisturbed. The one exception was the couch, where the dead professor was reclining back, with signs of a minor struggle having occurred at that...

It all began two years ago as I was 18yo. while attending high school.  Not too many people went to this private school in this town, so you would think it was not so much of high-quality,  but to tell you  the truth, it wasn’t to much popular,  not a well known school. The motive I had to attend to this school or institute was simple: I wasn’t a good apprentice at all, and needed some support, so I was forced to register...