Few minutes later they entered a small house on a cross road. The lady of the house was a young doctor who worked at the local hospital. She had arrived home a few minutes ago. She introduced herself as Amber. William explained that Amber was one of the “facilitators” for the Agency. She had moved here six months ago. Upon noticing something unusual related to the deaths of the young people, she had alerted the org. By the time William took on the case, the situation had progressed with two more murders on hand. The police had found a pattern to the murders but obviously they were clueless about the involvement of supernatural.Amber welcomed the three of them. Dinner was a takeout. The three girls were quite unhappy because their adventure had turned into a nightmare that they were not ready for.“Serves you girls right, you were supposed to be on a break but since you chose to be here, let’s use your expertise,” William said. “What I would like you to do is, finish your dinner off q

William Morris sat in a busy café, alone. He was expecting his partner Allan any minute. Allan was running late as usual and William wished that this time it would be because he had a lead on the case. However, as soon as Allan entered the café, looking somewhat dishevelled and walking with a slight limp, William lost all his hope. Allan walked over to him and took a seat opposite to him.“You look like you have been outsmarted once again,” William said with disappointment.“I could use some food, I am starving,” Allan grunted easing himself in the chair.After a short while, a waitress approached and the two men ordered some food.“So?” William asked.“Well, they left no clue. I got the wrong person. They had charmed her into playing a decoy and I fell for it. The next thing I know is they had disappeared into thin air.” Allan explained.“Damn, we really need to do something about this. The bosses are not going to like this,” William said with obvious irritation.“I know Bill,” Allan

God dammit, I hate being a witch! Olivia Cult walked alone, abandoned by her family at eight years-old. She wandered through the village renowned for its thieves.The young girl clutched her body, contemplating the circumstances that left her homeless and rejected.“Hey, kid,” a stranger called. “Where is your mommy? It’s not safe to be alone.”“Go away,” Olivia said, walking away. He blocked her path.“Did anyone tell you that’s no way to talk to a grown-up?”“Please leave me alone.”“You’re awfully rude. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Come with me and I’ll take real good care of you.” He reached out to Olivia but she stepped back.“We could do this the easy way or the fun way, kid.” The man licked his lips. “The other day I loved the fun way.”Olivia pushed the man away and raced away. Villagers saw this scene, but ignored it. Olivia frowned,wondering why no one intervened. *** Imagine this started because of a book that

William Morris sat in a busy café, alone. He was expecting his partner Allan any minute. Allan was running late as usual and William wished that this time it would be because he had a lead on the case. However, as soon as Allan entered the café, looking somewhat dishevelled and walking with a slight limp, William lost all his hope. Allan walked over to him and took a seat opposite to him.“You look like you have been outsmarted once again,” William said with disappointment.“I could use some food, I am starving,” Allan grunted easing himself in the chair.After a short while, a waitress approached and the two men ordered some food.“So?” William asked.“Well, they left no clue. I got the wrong person. They had charmed her into playing a decoy and I fell for it. The next thing I know is they had disappeared into thin air.” Allan explained.“Damn, we really need to do something about this. The bosses are not going to like this,” William said with obvious irritation.“I know Bill,” Allan

Back in Olivia’s hometown, Norton Salem Cult and his wife Elizabeth were packing their bags. Norton tried to comfort Elizabeth as tears rolled down her eyes. “This was bound to happen,” he said. “I know, but she’s so young,” she replied, chocking on her words. Years ago, Norton had made the decision to leave the Coven forever. His mother, who was also a witch, had told him that he was making a mistake. However, Norton had made up his mind. Elizabeth didn’t want to have anything to do with the twisted world of magic and he loved her far too much to let her go. The book, nevertheless, was supposed to go with him. It was his baggage to bear. He was the only heir. He had tried to bury it as deep as he could but he had known all along that it would resurface. It was a legacy impossible to get rid of. The right person in his blood line would find it automatically. Little did he know that it would be his daughter Olivia. The curse of the Salem Cult had returned to haunt his child. He coul