I was Kai Andrews. I'd just moved to Shadow Creek, NY; I was a police officer. I moved here because three teens, two boys, and a girl, had been murdered not far from the nearby High School, and it was my job to find out what had happened. As I was a freshly new member of the police force, I wasn't allowed to go out on my own just yet, and I'd decided to find out a bit more about the murders of these victims and how they were connected to both the town's witchcraft history and each other. On Monday morning, I decided to come into work and head upstairs into the "Media Room." Because this area was "confidential," a big red-lettered sign was attached to the wall that read, "ALL STAFF MUST SIGN IN AND OUT UPON EXIT AND ENTRY OF THE MEDIA ROOM. Thank you." As I signed in, I saw my commissioner, Adam Henderson's plaque; as I recalled how he tragically died, so too did everyone else who knew him who walked past the corridor. He wasn't currently married but did have kids (from a prior marriage), Anna and Kyle Morgans. Anna was a vital part of our team. She worked on the Repair and Service team; she had soft blue eyes, blonde, winding curly hair, and a few tattoos on the sleeves of her midnight blue jacket. To accompany this was a lip pricing and T-shirt with the words, "Mondays are a dealbreaker for me!" on the front, whereas her boyfriend Kyle worked on the technology side, helping ensure police info was safe. Kile was a big technology nerd. As I checked the watch on my hand, I realized I was late to go to the gym. The gym was adjacent to the precinct, and upon starting the machine, I struggled to think about my workout and, consequentially,( a word that meant repeatedly thinking about something). I kept thinking about the unsettling mages I'd seen in the footage and decided to email Kyle. Just as I cautiously picked up the phone to see who it was, I got an email saying that Kyle had picked up the sample from the local lab and that I'd swung by on my way to the gym. They had been told that whoever had killed the three suspects had a gun on them because there were gun stains in Di Anglo's locker along with two casings in the lockers of the other two victims. After I walked to the entrance hall to collectively tell the suspects' parents what had happened to their sons and daughters, I closed the door. I told the parents to follow me into the Confidential Room: Di 'Angelo's father, a balding, Cuban-American man, a thirty-something tall brown-eyed man called Rikki, burst through the door and said, "Is my beautiful daughter dead? Kile (Morghans, who was also on shift with me that day has said in his soft southern LA voice, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, or I'm gonna have to be forced to hold you in custody which may impact the likelihood of you being able to see your daughter being buried," after a bit of what felt like a very long wait, a woman of about thirty- five came h hurriedly int the door, she looked disheveled with makeup and h