Permanent Ink

2

 Drip. Drip. Drip.

 The rain continued to beat against the glass as the hours passed, seemingly never going to let up. Nycto had been there for quite a few hours, mainly just relaxing and taking a break. Hes the lead detective for the case about the current disappearances going on in the town. There's been a total of 16 civilians that have seemingly vanished into thin air. Nycto sat, watching as the news began to play on a small tv in the corner. It showed him being interviewed about the disappearances and explaining what they think it is and who is causing it.

"So, how's that case been going?" Seraf asked, looking between Nycto and the Tv as he refilled his drink.

 "Hm, well, it's going, I guess. We thought we had a lead but every time we follow the trail it gets cold. Some of the body's though have started to appear in some random areas though. So far, we've recovered 5 of them" he said in response, taking a sip of his coffee.

 "Oh? Was there anything wrong with the bodies? Or did they seem to be normal?" Seraf was now sitting next to him at the table as there weren't many customers to serve. 

 Nycto sat for a moment thinking about whether to tell him as seraf tends to overreact, eventually though after a moment of thinking Nycto decided to tell him. "Well, the bodies all appeared normal when we first found them, however, autopsies revealed that all the bodies seemed to be injected with some form of potion or serum, causing their blood to turn blue and coagulate. And everybody had surgical cuts going down their chest as well, we examined their internal organs and they all seemed to be branded with this weird sigil. It looks like some weird hocus pocus shrine thing"

 "So... theres some form of serial killer on the loose?!" He said in a not so quiet voice, his face immediately contorting with worry. 

 "What? What? -- no! Jeez, keep your voice down before you freak the other people. All the bodies though showed no sign of struggle, it was if as they were fine with doing and going with whomever, they were with. I just don't understand why they would do something so... so..." Nycto trailed off as he began to wrack his brain, looking for the right word. 

 "...Cultish?" chimed in a soft, feminine voice next to them causing them to both flinch and look over. When they see that it's Dystopia, they just shake their heads slightly, but Nycto analyzes her as she messes with her blue stained Band-Aid and just nods slightly.

 "yeah.. Very cultish"