>>6167463Continued.
You push the glass door open and hear the bell above the door jangle to announce your arrival. Hanging up your coat, you debate telling your boss about passing out on the sidewalk.
Better not. Erika is a worrier. It's part of what makes her such a good defense attorney.
Erika Fedderson barely acknowledges your arrival. Four cups of coffee lay around her desk as she stares through smudged glasses at her computer screen.
"You've got to be kidding. You can't just refuse to give me the body cam footage." She groans.
"Looks like they're gonna need another continuance." You say, picking up the discarded cups and tossing them in the trash.
Erika jumps at your voice. "Oh. Hey Leila. Yeah, more than likely."
You turn to put the trash bin down and for a split second you see something in the reflection of the glass door. A figure standing behind you.
It looks like
>A tall vaguely male figure with an axe, wearing a huge green wizard hat>A vaguely female figure covered head to toe in spiked armor, wielding a pair of maces>A skeletal figure holding a burning sunflower>A humanoid circus tent with swappable faces and a birdcage for a stomach>A plague doctor in a lacy dress 