Traces, traces, traces. Elsa Hesse did not stop for a moment. She refused to rest until every professor kidnapped during the university attack was found.
Signs of dark magic had been scattered throughout the campus during the clean-up process, pointing signs to several dark-magic used. Which was obvious, already.
Elsa had buried herself in investigation after investigation, coordinating efforts with the Grimreapers and an Intelligence officer she trusted.
The inquiry spanned three weeks. Endless leads, dead ends, and sleepless nights, all of it finally pointed to a single place.
And, ironically, it left them speechless.
"This is… the place?" Elsa muttered, eyes narrowing as she gazed at the structure before her.
A church.
"Account statements indicate suspicious activity," replied the Intelligence officer, Birmingham, standing beside her. "I do not wish to be suspicious of a man of faith… but our contacts in the underworld all point to the High Priest of this church."
