Matias took Midnight's response as an indirect invitation to enter her office. Being a third naked wasn't exactly appropriate in the current situation, but he was stuck now. His eyes squinted at the bright screen before him, name after name after name after name filling his vision. He swiped up out of curiosity; different sets of names sped by, yet the scroll bar at the right of the screen barely moved. The dates differed by months and years; some were recorded back before Matias was even conceived.

"That's way more than 'a few times'," he said, pulling back from the screen. "So there's even more mystics missing and we didn't even know about them? Are they dead or something? Why haven't we been focusing on them? He clearly knew about them."