Mystic Messenger: Re-Routed

April 28th 2016

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Video Log Activated

Data Log Entry: April 28th 2016

Mc sits in a hotel room desk. She has earbuds in and her navy blue sweater on with the hood pulled over her head. Dark circles can be see under her eyes after days of not being able to get a full nights rest.

MC: It is now about a week since I have started this job. When I first arrived, I just set myself up here in this hotel room. Nothing too special, but the minute I got here and set myself up I got right down to work.

My first stop was the one of the parks in town where some of the reports had a mutual mention of people attending. All I did was sit there on a bench with my hoodie pulled over. I did nothing but watch people walk by. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

My next stop was a coffee shop where the owner allegedly started to show up to work less frequently. I looked into it and found a pattern with the data set I was given. Whenever he was there, there was a spike in data transfer coming from their internet. Any other time it was fine. At first I thought it was just the owner going about his daily business, but I tried to look a little further into the details. The spike was only during the open hours of the shop and it appeared to be very specific activity. Almost as if it was a networking method, I think. Damn it I hate this, because I literally can't properly decode it.

I decided to just check it out for myself to see if there was something I could pinpoint. I ordered my drink from the owner himself when I went in. I decided that this was a good chance to ask him some questions in regards to the area. I am new here after all, ha, ha. The minute that the owner had started to explain things around the area I got an unsettling feeling that I was being watched. After a day of trying to figure out how the hell to access the security cameras, I did it. Man I really am not cut out for this computerized part of the job but whatever.

Sure enough my intuition was correct. In the corner of the little shop was, someone dressed in all black. They were hunched over a laptop but the minute that I stepped aside with the owner, they were staring straight at us. That was my fault entirely, for neglecting to realize this, but no matter. I believed to have found the culprit of the activity.

I went back the next day with my own laptop in the hopes that this person was there. Sure enough there they were, tucked away in the corner with a cup of coffee. I sat on the opposite end and waited to see if they would do anything. Nothing happened, or so it appeared.

Later that same evening I received a very peculiar email from some Mint Eye group.

Meet the people who will love you forever. Attend the endless party. Don't you want to escape from this filthy world? This is an invitation to paradise. Are you suffering from your past? We will help the pain go away. A world filled with pleasure, a world filled with truth, a world with no tears, a world with no rejections. Accept the angel's invitation. Magenta, where everyone is happy.

If this doesn't sound like a cult then I don't know what else is and my PhD should be taken away if that were the case. Did I really stick out that much or are the crazies just drawn to me? Why do I always get stuck with shit like this?

Whatever. I did respond to the email and accepted the invitation. This is the closest lead I have to these disappearances. I've packed up most of the stuff here and had them sent back to the office while I few things will remain in a storage unit. At this point I have to be careful. I'm not sure what these people are up to. But it is safe to assume that they are the root to all of this.