"Another case of a missing mystic has occured this morning. Residents say that nothing seemed out of the ordinary the night before, and..."

Matias mentally tuned out the car radio. He didn't want to hear the speculation. He didn't need to. Every other week was the same thing: mystic goes missing, no evidence left behind as to how it happened, media moves on with its day as if it just reported the weather.

Must be getting paid to be this vague, Matias thought to himself. It certainly benefited the higher ups who didn't have to give a damn.

He sighed audibly as he saw his destination in the distance. Past all the half-broken neon signs and concrete, a run-down building called him over. It was a single, one-story structure sitting on its own. He's seen this building one too many times to shrug off its significance. It held plans, evidence, and his partners. This operation would be nothing without it.

Another sigh as he parked in front of the building. Once he stepped out, he looked up at the building with his hands on his hips.

"I'm longing for the day I don't have to come here anymore," he grumbled.

He entered.

"Hey," he greeted to no one in particular, "heard there was another mystic-napping. Fourth one in two weeks. They're really going at it, it seems..."