It has been a while since I last wrote - a time that has been prolonged by the intense training and rigid rules Solixis forces me to follow. I stayed the night at a cheap-looking motel whose blinking signs were a result of broken glass and previous fights. I suppose I should have chosen a better establishment, but considering the amount of gauld "The Agency" gave me, I didn't have much of a choice. The bastards there never give you quite enough to do anything. I've found that there is no point in relying on the spades there as they never really know what they're doing. Spades, in case you are inclined to ask, are witch agents that work for "The Agency". Yes, they were rather creative when they thought up the name 300 years ago, weren't they? Anyway, back to the present. I stayed the night, paid for the dingy room, and left as soon as I could the next day. Remember the little cafe I wrote about in my last entry? As I presumed: simply divine. Their coffee is great; really need to keep the place in mind. It's a little place filled with curiosities, both alive and dead. A few ghosts, a few witches, a lone hunter. But that's what you'd expect: hunters travel on their own, never staying in one place for too long. It's risky that way. You can rely on what I'm saying, as I'm a hunter. A vampire hunter to be precise. Now, why would Solixis need a vampire hunter? Yes, that is a question that has passed through my mind more than once. I don't doubt that there is something very wrong occuring there at the moment; there is a lingering sense of derision that seems to cling to every inch of the headquarters. I met with Aeon, the lower associate from the syndicate, yesterday. She's plainly and simply someone that you don't want to cross. She's got a bit of strange blood in her - gives her this intimidating aura. Anyway, she really seemed anxious and didn't ... particularly seem to like me. I questioned a fellow named Cage later on; it seems that I'm replacing a dead woman who died on the loose; against the syndicate. I suppose it was better that she died sooner rather than later though ... the syndicate does not look lightly on those who disobey. They require unquestionable loyalty and determination. Had the woman survived, she would have faced immediate execution through means that I cannot even begin to imagine.