A journal page with demons and song titles (Cost: 100 Pink Trigger's Power)

((The time and place to use this item is still shrouded in mystery... Which is to say, the chapters are under construction. Nonetheless, you can purchase it now so you have it for later, if you desire...))

The Professor had a collection of laminated journal pages that were of questionable authenticity, sheets of paper that had mostly appeared as letters in bottles signed by, allegedly, Ushiromiya Maria, who never returned from Rokkenjima. "Questionable authenticity" carried a negative connotation, but, in reality, these were some of his most prized possessions: in this case, "questionable" meant "can't verify that they're forgeries," which was enough to make any Witch Hunter take interest.

Then... there was a thick binder of collected pages. This was separated from the elements, sure, but the pages weren't laminated. They were barely even sorted. These were the duds, ones which were almost certainly forgeries and fakes, but which the Professor nonetheless felt compelled to catalog. I was flipping through them at random, feeling a little bored, when I came upon one of interest...

I laughed, feeling a little cocky. Frankly, by this point, I had already begun to write some fairly ridiculous stories regarding the events of Rokkenjima, but I still felt myself looking down on this obvious fake. There was a list of demons and witches on the page, mostly names a Witch Hunter would remember from the more magical interpretations of the Rokkenjima murders, with a list of songs they supposedly loved to dance to. Hilariously, most of these were modern songs I recognized from the radio of the 1990's... At least put in a little effort!

... Then again.

Perhaps I was in the wrong here. After all... The humans of Rokkenjima died, but can the magic characters ever truly die? Perhaps a truly imaginative fan of these characters was out there right now, picturing the cruel witch of Rokkenjima and her servants laughing and having a good time as they danced to their favorite modern hits.

I reflected to myself how twisted I was. My mind had immediately gone to the gutter... I could almost imagine demons and witches giving me private dances. What if these songs were the key to unlocking that unimaginable fantasy?

Pretty messed up how my mind worked. Feeling a little guilty, I thumbed onto another page detailing how Dr. Nanjo was the secret mastermind and how he'd used a mystery acidic poison to kill all the relatives and then himself, leaving no trace of their bodies...