In other news.... (Open, Lacrima televised Broadcast)

Today as of the month of June, a blood drained corpse was found by the alleyway, residents report that the man was in fact a live a few days before, picking off money from the streets and the last time he was seen was that he had plans to head outside the city. Reports from the forensics team states that the few traces of blood found in scene match the genetic code of what appeared to be a vampire, hence the blood drained corpse reinforced that theory.

However on the night of analysis, researcher Smy Octoven died in the lab, however it was suspected have happened under supernatural cases, however when Smy Octoven died, his dying message was the word "Deniel." Assumptions lead to believe that Deniel Thormun, one of the Kings of Ishval is the suspect, however there is clearly lack of evidence as witness seen him in Talonia when the murders happened. Mr. Thormun proved his innocence through means of a blood test, we go live to Dr. Paracelsus von Hohenheim for the results and this is what he said:

"Well if you ask me, we've run a thorough examination and found no connection at all, even the blood node I developed confirms it (Blood node: reveals the true nature of the blood). Basically I'd say he's innocent but as far as this case goes, someone could have used Deniel's name as a diversion."

Because of these incidents, security protocols of the Rune Knights Division was raised and....

... I just receive reports about a serial case of murders in both Era and in Rose Garden!
According to report, it was only recent that there are approximately 4 victims, a woman, a dog and two guards who just so happened to be on routine, in Rose garden, a corpse of a rotten person was somehow cut to 57 pieces!  More news incoming in two hours, please stay tuned!

This place lived up to her expectations. Quaint, quieter than the larger towns and cities, the relaxing atmosphere permeated the very air. In fact it stood in stark contrast to the news currently coming over the lacrima.

Sitting in a café of this “spa town” sat a woman dressed in a simple, black dress, thin fingers daintily bringing the tea cup close to her face. Glasses slid down ever so slightly as the green eyes narrowed in their observation of the fine work of art currently cradling warm liquid. ’Hmm…I don’t think I have one of this pattern currently…and despite the thin handle it feels quite strong…fine work indeed. I think it will do well amidst the geography section, perhaps the horticultural one…well, I can decide later.’ Finally taking a sip, the woman appeared thoroughly enthralled with the cup of tea, a nearby matching tea pot waiting on standby with refills.

Despite being enthralled with the cute little set that would no doubt be her’s by the end, the woman listened to the announcements being made. Creatures often used in horror stories started things off as one thing after another cropped up in this curious case. Whether or not someone wanted to frame the Wizard Saint Deniel – someone she recently learned of from some archived newspapers, brandishing up on the region’s “people of note” – she wondered if it might be his high standing that drew him into this or some actual connection to the crime. Someone else went through the trouble to impede the forensics of the crime, Xazinay pondering if it mightn’t be the very vampire (or someone related) that slipped up in this incident.

’I wonder if it has any connection to Them?’ Hope, fleeting as it may be, sparked inside. Multiple masters of Xazinay’s enjoyed dabbling with other creatures, and though she wouldn’t doubt the creation of at least one colony or type of vampire would be their doing the problem lay in figuring out if this was their work or merely her wishful thinking. It wasn’t beyond them to meddle with predators of a “dominant” race after all, though if bored enough they wouldn’t be above making imperfect units as well…’Though vampires aren’t really that scary. Ones lacking in self-control are naturally an issue alongside those that spread infection too easily, but those capable of taking what they need and hold some bearing on turning others aren’t so bad. They’re certainly not on par ducks that absorb beauty from everything can find in order to become swans capable of laying their eggs inside other creatures. I wouldn’t want an ugly duck to burst from my stomach…’ With a small shudder she accepted this might be more horrifying for male creatures, but no less scary as a whole. She’d read about it just the other day and it continued sending chills down her spine.

As the reporter changed stories Xazinay let out a small sigh as she smoothed out the skirt of her dress, ’Honestly now? 57? Sounds excessive without reason. Perhaps someone merely fond of cutting or with too much free time?’ She felt a small sense of pity perhaps for the dog as the picture revealed an adorable guard dog, easily a loyal and well-bred being. ’I wonder what they’re after though…if it’s another bout of chemical imbalance or a brain defect I’ll be disappointed.’