"Some may consider these mysteries and cantrips and invocations, these sabbats and rendezvous, to have been merest mummery and pantomime, but there is no question that the psychological effect was incalculable, and harmful in the highest degree."

-Perhaps the darkness in the minds of the "pure" is more dangerous then the darkness in the hearts of the "evil"

Malleus Maleficarum - Chapter 2

"Doujima." Michael said without looking up from the computer as she walked towards him. "I thought Haruto said you were sneaking out for snacks."

"Yea. But I found a lost puppy on the way and it followed me home." She smiled, dropping into a chair near his. "What's up?"

"That's just the problem. Nothing. Not a thing stirring at all. Same as lately." He stopped his incessant typing, the soft, comforting click of the keys cutting up as he straightened and glanced back at Sybil after catching her reflection in the monitor screen. "Whose that?"

Doujima looked up at Sybil who was still standing, hand clasped infront of her. "Oh yea. The Replacement. Come on and sit down. Have a seat."

Michael shot her a disapproving look after his gaze jumped from her covered eyes then away. "Doujima! That's really mean of you. Here. There chairs are-"

"I'm fine." The girl responded walking over to take the chair just behind Doujima's. "Thank you."

"Ah...sure." He stared at her a moment longer then shook his head. "Oh sorry. I'm Michael Lee."

"Sybil. You work?"

Her grinned. "Hacking."

She nodded as if it were a common thing "I see." There was a beat of silence and a smile blossomed at the corners of her lips. "Not literally of course."

"Is that a joke you make often?" Doujima teased lightly, poking her in the shoulder with a finger.

"Doujima!"

"It's alright." Sybil reassured, laughter lacing her voice. She went on talking then as Michael sighed. "When we came in. You said something about nothing stirring?"

"Well since you're the new recruit you ought to know." He said, swinging his chair back around to face the computer screen. "There hasn't been one sign of a witch in weeks. It's real strange. I don't even know why we were sent a replacement. No offense, it's just so quiet."

She shook her head, dismissing his apology then questioned. "It's the same in the U.S. as well. In the New York areas anyway. There's been nothing at all?"

He shook his head. "Not a thing. We usually keep tabs on all the witches or their descendants but either they haven't been doing anything or..."

"Yea. Or?" It was Doujima who prompted him this time.

"Or they just aren't there." He finished.

"They're what!?" Doujima pushed up from where she'd draped herself over the back of the seat. "I don't remember hearing about this."

"It was probably one of the times you snuck out." Michael countered.

Doujima sighed and leaned back again. "Whatever."

"So it's going on here too." Sybil murmured softly.

"What is?" Michael and Doujima chorused.

"There's a growing suspicious that...someone has been kidnapping witches."

"Kidnapping them!" Doujima ran a hand through her hair "Well this is great."

"Not just witches either. SEEDS as well. We don't know why or for what. That's why I was sent here. To see if there was anything I could find in Japan."

"So you're here to steal our prey huh." Doujima commented, rocking from side to side in her chair.

Sibyl's lips tipped into that tiny smile again. "It's a bit like placing a mouse trap with bear ones."

Doujima smirked. "Or a blind seeing cat wit tigers?"

"Doujima!!" Michael's voice louder and more disapproved then before.

Doujima shrugged, lifting her hands innocently. "Forget I said anything." She stood, making a great show of stretching and yawning then turned and started walking away. "Well. I'll see you later then."

Michael turned to look at her. "Where are you going?"

She glances back, "Well if what you both is true and someone is kidnapping witches then there's no point in hanging around here now is there." She turned away again "Later."

Michael sighed again. "Gee, she's useless." He looked over at Sibyl who had her head turned towards the window as if she could actually see out it, face tipped upwards so rays of fading light played of the pitch of her hair and deepened the shadows across her face. "So." She turned her face towards him at the word. "Is there anything in particular that we're meant to do?"

She smiled gently. "Find the witch-napper."