After a short walk to the library, Elize made her way inside to begin her search. The structure was very nicely sized locale, thanks in part to it's location in the city. The main room was large and round, with a high dome ceiling painted with all sorts of designs. In this room was mostly tables, which provided plenty of seating for patrons. Lining the walls were shelves, and near the entrance was the main desk. At both sides of that were two hallways which led to a few more rooms full of books. At the desk was a short old woman, perched on a little set of stairs in order to even reach the desk. Taking her chances, Elize took a deep breath and stepped up to the counter.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" She asked in her most polite voice. The older woman looked up from her desk and squinted. The lighting wasn't the best, despite the windows in the ceiling letting light in. "How can I help you, dearie?" The woman asked in a most gentle voice. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, would it be possible to get historical records and criminal cases pertaining to something called 'the witching hour'? It's for an investigation of the recent Jack the Ripper assaults." Elize inquired with a smile, hopping the woman was too short to see past the desk and see the knives strapped to her legs, lacrima exposed.

"The witching hour? That old myth? Well, I don't think you'll find anything, but..." The librarian scribbled the name of a section, 'Unexplained Phenomena', and pointed to the hallway at her left. "If there's anything, it should be down there. Now, I don't know why you're researching that hooligan, but you be careful! A sweet girl such as yourself could get terribly hurt!" The diminutive woman cautioned. Elize smiled, nodding. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be extra careful. Thanks!" She made a half-bow, and quickly made strides down the hall, boots clacking on the wooden floors, sending loud echoes through the pathway. She was thankful the light hadn't reached inside yet, or the librarian would have been able to see her guild mark through the thin sleeves of her blouse.

It was silly to act in such hushed manners, but it was necessary. The old woman may have refused to help her, otherwise, pinning her with some off-base accusation having to do with Zeref. That didn't matter now, though. She entered the room that held the section she sought, and breathed in the smell of aging tomes. It made her smile, the musty, earthy scent bringing her comfort. This was where she belonged. Well, either here or out exploring. Both were equally suitable. Right away, she started scanning, looking for anything. A little while passed, and she'd come up with a couple candidates. All turned up useless. There was nary a mention to the witching hour anywhere, and surely no in depth explanation. In regards to individuals similar to Jack the Ripper, committing crimes during the witching hour, no one came up. Frustrated, Elize decided to go back to the main room and look through newspapers that were sitting on the table, left there for the reading pleasure of guests.

The farthest back she could find the first reported case was about two weeks before. Proving that this was relatively new, at least in documented accounts, Elize's theories had been thrown out the window. "Gah, this is ridiculous...Astaroth and Maho had to have better luck..." Elzie groaned, planting her forehead square on the table in front of her.