Grim Findings.

Felix and Ravager went straight to the squad's office after discovering their captain was there.

The room had shelves filled with records of cases, artifacts, and souvenirs from resolved incidents.

The dim light from a vintage lamp washed over Captain Charleson, seated behind a massive wooden desk. His eyes, always sharp, skimmed through a case file.

Felix cleared his throat, drawing the captain's attention. "Captain, I need your backing on Arion's case."

Captain Charleson glanced up, his expression unreadable. "That memory-wiped specter? Why?"

"Because this isn't an isolated incident. I am certain that there's an underground market where these spirits, with their memories and personalities wiped clean, are being sold off as servants," Felix explained.

Charleson leaned back, his eyes narrowed in focus. "That's a grave allegation. Do you have any proof?"