You swallow thickly as Zelda storms into the office and behind her desk, her cane in her hands. You’d been infatuated with the directrix ever since you saw her, drawn by her powerful presence. Perhaps that was partly the reason why you became friends with Sabrina, her niece. And presumably the reason why you’re in this mess. You stand contritely in front of the fuming witch next to Sabrina, having gotten roped into one of her exploits again. Explain to me exactly why and how there’s been missing bodies from the mortuary, she snaps, slamming her cane down on the desk.