At 2:00 pm was the new designated time for the group to meet once again in the parlor of Lady Eve's manor. Those who had chosen to leave for the night and spend their time in a hotel were once again welcomed at the door by none other than the manor's nameless butler. At least he hadn't introduced himself at any point, and neither the Lady nor her delinquent son had seen fit to refer to him by name in anybody's presence, so that was that. As for those who had agreed to stay overnight in the manor proper, they had been allowed to sleep in for as long as they liked and were provided with a hearty brunch as soon as they woke. Eve and Sebastian had been conspicuously absent for the beginning of the day, all their needs attended to by the butler, who while in theory seemed to be overworked raised nary a single complaint and remained quite composed. If he were flustered in the least he hid it exceptionally well.

When the time came for everyone's first official meeting, and not a second sooner, did the Lady make her presence known with Sebastian tailing behind her. She carried herself as composed and important as ever, whilst the son kept his hands in his pockets and looked as though he'd much rather be anyplace else. "Splendid afternoon, my esteemed guests," the Lady practically sang as she took her seat at the head of the parlor table. When the butler offered her a beverage, she politely declined.

"Sup?" Seb asked, plopping into a couch cushion without any sort of grace or measure. His mother was noticeably frustrated, but did not address his attitude.

"I am eager to call to order the first meeting of the employees under Hellpact LLC. A bit on the nose I know, but I wanted to have a bit of fun with this enterprise, yes?" She wiggled her finger and several distortions in space appeared, one directly in front of each person present. They were tears in space, rifts perfectly identical to the one Seb had used to produce a brain the present night. If they were to reach into these distortions, everyone would find tucked away inside a dossier, a file containing numerous newspaper clippings and some pages printed off from the internet. Everyone's folder was perfectly identical in its contents.

"This is your first assignment," Eve began, opening up her own folder. "A mother and father reported their three children missing, swept away in the middle of the night four days ago, with nary a trace. All doors and windows locked from the inside, no signs of a struggle; one moment they were present and the next they were gone." The newspaper article was from the 8th page, obviously not something the reporters viewed as being important enough for the big stories. Among the printouts were photos taken of the family: Jace and Shania Jackson, ages 42 and 39 respectively, and their three children: Tania (14), Kalel (10), and Stevie (4). For all intents and purposes they looked to be a happy and well adjusted middle class black American family.