“hey, cmonnn let me do some research on you, please let me look at you and your grimoire, please!!!”

in the eye of the midnights, there were plenty of odd fellows, all with strange ticks and obsessions, some basing it on a specific person or some on a strange hobby, strangest of all in your mind, was sally, a lightly dressed woman who often floated around the lair of the terrorists, and devoted herself to one simple thing: researching magic. she was always targeting you, especially with her research, when you had first joined the group, the first words you heard from her was:

“hey there! you seem nice! would you mind if opened you up and examined every single inch and nook and cranny that you have? maybe let me peer into your grimoire a little too? you should help me, my research is important!”

you obviously said no to her request and left, but that didn’t stop her from still asking you nearly every day she saw you, you didn’t understand why she was so infatuated at your magic specifically, so as you kept dealing with the brunt of this wide eyed, black haired girls requests, one day you finally decided to ask why you were so important to her as to be the target of her “dissection requests”. she fiddled with her glasses as she smiled and began to explain.

“ohhh you wanted a reason this whole time? why didn’t you just start with that silly! well, you see, your magic is incredibly rare, the only type i’ve never seen before, and now that i have a up close and personal connection to the most rare type of grimoire, i simply have to figure out everything about you, so if you let me examine you, i’ll.. well you can ask anything of me, so what do you say? do you want to become my test subject of my analysis?”