User:The Koromo/Satyr IX (work in progress)

Jacob Carmichael felt the air grow even colder than normal in that one October night as he passed through the woods through to his home, taking his natural shortcut to his house each night at nine after a vigorous day at work at the police office. Today had been a particularly uneventful day; it had been nothing but a cup of coffee, vigorous paper work, and then heading off back home tonight. Being a chief of police wasn't as exciting as it sounded.