MYO-257: Waythe

Waythe lets out a long, silent yawn. He’s lying on his belly, side by side with Hops, peering through the small holes in the bush parallel to the hazebloom gardens. As curious as he may be about the reason for their disappearance, it sure is boring. Even if his phone battery hadn’t died an hour ago, Hops kept giving him looks every time he pulled it out– even when he was ...

Waythe wasn't one for plant care, hardly caring for the mess that came with it. However, when he heard from Hops about gardens desecrated by a strange creature, he knew it was something he could handle.    It wasn't a ghost, but he was sure he would solve the case- supernatural or not.   He steps out of his studio apartment, bag on his shoulder, umbrella in hand, and Sir. Tricks on his trail- ready to begin questioning bu...