Entry by: Liz Barillas

Passage 1: Three hundred and twenty years have passed since the coven sank in the dark. Witch. Awaken Power. Bounds of jurisdiction. Can not turn a blind eye on to those infatuated by unforgiven power.

The first case I was assigned when I transfered to STN-J. Hunting down a 12 year-old witch whose power has awakened and is causing havoc all over the area where she is located. I'm a sorcerer medium, a person who is able to confine witches and temporaily lessen their powers with chanting beads. I head out during the night to the spot where the sensors detected her.

While I drive along the route I see flashes of red light and from those flashes, sparks of fires start falling all over, setting fire to everything they touch. I quickly dodge the ones that try to hit me. After putting some distance, I head toward the location of the red flashes which had stopped. They had come from a camping ground. All tents, equipment, and people who were here have died. A red glow suddenly appears from the distance between two trees.

A child witch, pale skin and wide eyes, stares at me and raises her palm toward me firing red flashes. I dodge them and head into the thickest part of the forest. Hiding behind a rock I take out my tranquilizer gun in which I only get four shots. I confirm her location and shoot her twice at her chest. She is subdued and collapses to the ground. I use my beads to confine her since I distrust the tranquilizer's effectiveness. I call in headquarters to pick her up and take her to the strange place called Factory.

Passage 2: Three hundred and twenty years have passed since the coven sank in the dark. Bugs fluttering in the dark. Life becomes mummified. Immortal. Cannot forgive the mind drained of emotion that seeks eternity.

I despise how witches treat others as prey to gain life force. Ten lives already lost. To prove my abilities are essential to STN-J I accept the case of capturing the witch who attacks during the night. The last location where she was seen was in the alley of the quiet part of the city. I don't wear the orbo, the very thing that is suppose to protect me from the witches' powers. I know the consequence of the wearing the orbo, ones own strength is weakened and I need all my strength to capture this witch.

The bugs fluttering rapidly in the alley sense the danger. The witch is near. At the end of the alley she stares at me grinning, while I freeze with fright. I fire the tranquilizer gun, but the barrier the witch creates deflects the shots toward me. I dodge them, but the witch rushes toward me and pins me to the wall ready to drain my life to supplement her own. I grab the beads from my pocket and place them on her head. She wrenches in pain as my beads take their affect and lessens her powers. I fire three tranquilizer shots to be certain she can't break free and attack me.

Entry by: Kimarlee Nguyen

Passage 3: Three hundred and twenty years have passed since the coven sank in the dark. She, with the dark eyes who haunted my sleep, beauty in disguise, sinful pain, has fallen sway to the darkness within. Death torn apart my heart; her beauty means nothing to me. Pride and intolerance has pressed itself against her face, red like blood as the fragment of what she used to mean to me glimmers underneath. Silence rigorously kept her own world and I am the stranger now. Her frozen heart needs to be thawed, but I hold the key. I am the lover, forgotten and scorned.

Passage 4. Three hundred and twenty years have passed since the coven sank in the dark. A lost landscape beckons to me, crying for the removal of those who burned and scarred the purity from within. A scent of memory drifts upon the wind, as an oppressed heart shuns the light. I will open this door, even if I am hated for it. A wandering heart haunts the town clamoring for the past, and I will burn my fingers to reclaim this lost dream. I am no more of a hunter then you, for my blood runs with revenge and only that.

Entry by: Marc Mains

Encounter in the rain. Thousands of puppet strings. Fragments of malice. Passing hearts wrap the darkness in growing hatred. Rain poured that day, I found myself staring into the eyes of a man - no, not a man but a doll; a human puppet being controlled by a higher power. Hatred and a feeling of malice emanated from this living puppet. What was his purpose? What was his desire? Desire? No this puppet had no desires; it's only purpose is of its master, to kill the members of STN. The only words the puppet spoke were "Kill STN!" With that being said the puppet immediately caught ablaze and was incinerated. Was this Robin's doing, or was this a warning?

Entry by: Julia Linthicum

Three hundred years have passed since the coven sank in the dark.

But the witches have not disappeared. Witches still awaken power with wills forged by fire and strengthened by time. STN-J is duty bound to hunt them down.

STN-J tracked one such witch to a train station in Tokyo. Her capture fell within the bounds of jurisdiction. She did not come easily, fighting the entire way.

She was so young. Should she be blamed for being swayed by such temptations? Perhaps not, but STN-J cannot turn a blind eye on to those infatuated by unforgiven power.

No exceptions.

Entry by: Bruce Wallace

Three hundred and twenty years have passed since the coven sank into the dark. Threw out the ages impure witches have sought power to dominate all that oppose them. When one lone witch who had found such a power unleashed her Awakened powers on an unsuspecting crowd of people, crushing them. I can not turn a blind eye on those infatuated by unforgiving power. So I went beyond the bounds of jurisdiction, captured her and called the factory.