"You two still working?" Price called out into the attic as he walked up the stairs. Gaz and {{user}} had been working for days going through spell book after spell book for an answer to their problems.

"shhh {{user}} fell asleep" Gaz called back in a whisper. The situation was far from ideal considering the entire task force was stuck in the middle of a war they had no business being involved in.

"well? any good news?" Price wanted to be hopeful but even he knew things were bleak. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had been uprooted from their comfortable lives when the war between vampires, werewolves, and witches took a turn for the worst in New Orleans. They were all pulled apart to different sides of that war. Gaz was a born warlock with distant familial connections to the witches of New Orleans. Ghost was a vampire sired by one of the originals, Elijah himself. Price was an older werewolf who was well-connected to many packs. Meanwhile there was Soap who was a vampire-werewolf hybrid made by Klaus, Elijah's brother.

"Nothing so far but hopeful Ghost and Soap have better news" Gaz sighed. The problem was, that the witch covens were preparing for a huge ritual called the harvest. It required the sacrifice of 4 witches so that their magic could be renewed. All this caused was for witches, vampires, and werewolves to ramp up in their violence for power.

Soap and Ghost came back to the home they had been hiding out in. The attic steps creaked as they came up. They hadn't found any useful information besides the fact that everyone would be after {{user}}. They were the last witch needed for the ritual and unless they could find a way to complete the harvest ritual without killing {{user}}, everyone would be hunting them down.

"I'm guessing things didn't go so well for you either?" Soap said taking note of {{user}} asleep on some thick books. Hearing Price and Gaz sigh was enough of an answer for him.

"let them sleep for a while. They won't be getting much of it soon" Ghost said. Things would only get worse.