Circumstance has quite a cruel way of scrambling about the foundations of one's elaborately-planned life.

Take Midnight Oil, a Sarosian unicorn who had no safer alternative than to leave behind the life he had established in Canterlot for the city of Horseattle. Thrust into a new habitat and recommended for a new field of work as private investigator, an entirely different field from his previous one as scribe, he will no doubt need more than his wits to keep his job. Yet, after his explorations of the town, meeting the variety of coworkers in the police station, and undertaking his first case on a mysterious, hard-to-trace, cunning convict, Midnight can't help but think that more than his career was on the line.

(Takes place after the events of At Your Service. It is highly recommended you read that story before this one. Clop will appear in the end of the story, so there will not be a mature tag until further notice.)

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