In the dead of night, a car sped through London. Inside it, carried two passengers. One, an adult man, with spiked back hair, the other, a young teenage girl with flowing blonde locks. Both of them were very anxious, looking back periodically as if they were being chased. The man pulled out a sheet of paper from his trenchcoat and handed it to the girl.

"If anything happens, go and see this man." he said. "He should be able to help."

The girl took the letter, and glanced at the sideview mirror. Multiple red dots were seen in the hazy speeding background. They got closer, and closer, eventually passing the car at an amazing rate opposed to the already illegal speed of the car. As they slowed down, the dots were more clearly made out as the eyes of silhouettes of humanoid figures, flying through the air with their magnificent wings, and at the same time wearing a long dark dress.

"Agh! Blasted witches!" The man remarked.

One of the figures pulled its hand out of its sleeve to reveal a spiky golden glove, which it then pullled back behind its head. The glove began to glow an even more golden color, after which the figure pushed it forward swiftly in a halting gesture. It began to spew out orange flames, all of which aimed for the passengers in the car. The man began to swerve and turn in absurd ways, in an attempt to dodge the deadly heat of the fire being thrown.

The man swerved right and entered a dense forest, to try and lose the creatures that were on their tail. He was miraculously able to avoid the tall trees speeding by him left and right. After a few seconds, they exited the forest only to see that the creatures were still right behind them. More flames were thrown, only this time from all five of the creatues hands. The man tried his best to avoid them, and he missed each one of them by an inch.

One of the creatures flew far ahead, and circled around two upcoming statues of men holding a spear. It then clenched its fists and crossed its arms in an X formation, causing the golden gloves it was wearing to glow once again. The statues' heads tilted slightly to the left, upon which they stood up straight and jumped of their podiums.

"No! That's impossible!" The man screamed in disbelief.

The girl could only watch in a mixture of fear and awe as the car suddenly braked in an futile attempt to avoid crashing into the statues which were now blocking the pathway. The car crashed, sending the girl and man flying into the nearby grass. With her blurry eyesight, the girl was able to make out the man lying on the verge of death on the grass. She ran over to him and shook him to try and wake him up. He groaned and weakly said,

"Go! Go without me! Quickly, get going!" After saying this, he promptly fell unconscious. A police siren was heard in the distance, so the girl had to decide quickly what to do.

After some hesitation, the girl stood up and ran full speed away from the scene of the accident, firmly grasping the letter the man had given her. The police cars drove in shortly after, and an inspector walked out of the car. He had bangs that covered one of his eyes, and wore a green trenchcoat, a white undershirt and a blue tie.

"Hmm... Heh?! Well, what do we have here?" he asked. He slowly looked up, and gazed open-eyed at the impossible sight that was there.

"What the blazes?! How on earth did a vehicle end up on top of that tree?!" The inspector scratched his head in disbelief.

"Blimey... This going to be a tough nut to crack. Well... There is one man I know that may be able to get to the bottom of this case."