Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

Researching

"Going down."
The elevator brought me into the lower levels of ATDM Cooperation. The doors opened, letting me step out into a pale green corridor with wooden floor. Every now and then doors went to the left and the right. I ignored them all and followed the corridor around a corner. There was a room full of lockers. Simple grey metal lockers where everyone kept their stuff. Little stickers with names indicated which locker belonged to whom. Somebody had changed my sticker to "Freak". Again... I closed my eyes, hoping it would be gone when I opened them once more. It was still there. I left it there, there was no use in taking it off, it would reappear at some point.
Slowly unlocking the locker, I made sure noone stuffed something in there that could harm me. All clear. I sighed relieved. Taking out my formal clothes, black jeans, a dark blue T-Shirt and a leather jacket. I had to admit, our clothing was pretty nice. Changing into these clothes, I prepared myself for yet another long day. I stuffed my clothes into my locker and sealed it shut. Leaving the locker room, I headed for my own little office. Well, it was actually made for two but noone really liked to work with me so I got it for my own.
A pile of papers lay on my desk. I smiled. Finally! I asked Ant for the reports ages ago. Humming a little tune, I started to read through the articles. Strange occurances, witchcraft, Seers... It might sound strange but this was my job. Looking for threats from the other realm, or as you would call it: hell. The reason everybody in this Agency hates me is because I am a demon. I am exactly what they are fighting. Except that I fight with and not against them. I chose this because I've seen demons, witches and other hellish creatures do things humans couldn't even pretend to understand. All creatures from the other realm were part of a society. Everyone had to take a little test so their strength is recorded.
The scala goes from one (very weak) over five (average) to ten (basically impossible to kill). The demons are the warriors of that society, the witches and wizards are both doctors and scientists. They are the wise ones but if they had to fight, the went completely crazy, long bony fingernails, sharp teeth, inhuman speed. Additionally they could cast spells, as one would expect.
I was looking for a witch at the moment. She preferred blood over wine so she bled her targets dry. The Agency noticed it and passed this case on to me. The papers I had requested were about strange sightings and similar stories. Those were always our sources. Fiddling with the corner of a newspaper article, I read a story about an absurd witch sighting. Person A said, he saw a witch fly by his house, using a broom to stay afloat. I shook my head. Witches aren't able to fly, they can float a few centimeters over the ground but that's it. Crumpling the paper, I shook my head. Then, I threw it in a high arch straight into the bin. "Useless...", I stated.