Interlude 2: Interrogator

Michael drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the mahogany tabletop. Arcanum did not skimp on the comfort of its agents.

The young agent of the Arcanum, scrolled through the details of the conversation in his head, or rather, what accompanied this conversation.

...Traces of semen on her face, hair and clothes... Changed hair color.... The room has become smaller.... Clothes most suitable for a slut, which Eliza never was...

He opened Google, went to the map of his city and opened a picture of her house, at the address he remembered. The decor was different, but in the window, using the possibilities of the Arcanum software to get closer, extended by the magic available to the organization, he was able to see other people's faces. The family in this mansion lived differently.

Michael opened the service messenger and sent his first request as a lieutenant of the Arcanum. Of course, his request was fulfilled by the technical service of the organization with brilliant efficiency. Requests from field agents were processed with priority.

Michael thoughtfully looked at the address from which Eliza contacted. The techies pulled up session logs, connected to Microsoft databases using their emergency powers, obtained the IP of Eliza's client, and tracked down the geographic address of the router. The address was two blocks different from her old one. It was a somewhat less upscale neighborhood than the one Eliza had previously lived in. They were no longer neighbors. And her family was no longer the same. Her father was not a Citi Bank regional manager, and her mother obviously did not own the largest law firm in Oklahoma.

Someone or something changed, distorted reality, turning the girl he loved into a completely different person.

It was to counter such things that Arcanum existed.

Alex brought up the Demonica Maleficarum database on the workstation screen. He didn't get to sleep that night.