TITLE: Jessamine Rose, Monster Hunter
GENRE: Adult - Fantasy
May 16, 1854
Rain began to fall, drumming against the windowsill, its music somber and haunting. Each plip plop beat in time with Jessamine Rose's heart. Time marched forward, bringing with it yet another funeral. First Father, now Philip…
Frozen, lifeless, eyes shut and limbs not moving... Philip had never sat still, always drumming his fingers, pacing the floor. Seeing her brother in the coffin brought tears to her eyes. Blinking did not banish them.
The funeral commenced and finished without Jessamine hearing a word. Some might have questioned her presence, but Philip had been all she had left. She would not abandon him, not now, not ever.
A familiar lump formed in her throat, and she struggled to swallow past it. Dorothea, her dearest friend, was a rock by her side, but still, Jessamine felt isolated. No father. No mother. No brother.
After the funeral, she could not bring herself to return to her empty house.
No matter how much she had pried, Inspector Wilkins Pontisbury only gave her a general location for where her brother had been located. At first, she had only intended for a nightly stroll to settle her nerves and provide some relief, but she soon realized her feet were leading her toward those alleys the inspector had mentioned.
Jessamine pressed on with purpose now, her boots clacking against the cobblestone. Shops, saloons, this part of town was far poorer than Bloomsbury, a section she had never ventured through alone before.