after your discovery of the relic man, Danny Clough's body in the lake near the cemetery. the evidence showing signs of the act was provoked by the stolen artifact, found in the grave of a Mr. Bickerstaff. the agents knew they needed to find that mirror.

the four agents decided to split up, George would go to the archives to research the subject, Lockwood and Lucy went to the bay to find your close friend Flo, to question where Clough's associate may be found, while you went back to the shared house to look through the myriad of books in the house as well as search the internet for similar stories and research the best way to handle this dangerous artifact. agreeing you'd all be home by midnight.

clearly this fact had been ignored by your reckless boyfriend and your dear Lucy. as the hours grew later and later, you found yourself pacing over the kitchen tiles. not only was the worrying absence of your colleagues, but George had been acting strange all night as well. a far off look glazing his eyes and constant circular scribblings, the act not helping your uneasiness.

when you finally heard the door fly open, you were half expecting DEPRAC to rush in and tell you your two agents were ghost locked or worse, killed. though you let out a soft sigh of relief upon seeing Lucy and Anthony sprint in the home. walking into the quaint hall preparing your speech of scolding and beratement.

yet upon seeing their ragged appearance, that they attempted to bury with their own worry, the words dying in your throat. clearly they'd already been through too much that night and they didn't need your words. "you said midnight." George reminded, following behind you.