Once we were outside of Iscariot's building, I noticed that we were in the same place I had passed through on my way to the Church. Although it was now midday, the streets had a similar air to them as before. There were a lot more people going around town than yesterday. Four and five-story buildings stood towering on either side of the brick road. Various shops that you would rarely see in the modern day were quite busy, while others sat vacantly. People of all ages, were distributed along the streets with carts to sell homemade goods. It was much nicer than Whitechapel.

“Where are we?” I asked, as I had yet to learn the full geography of London.

“Farringdon, just outside of Whitechapel, my flat is only a short walk from here,” he said turning east, I think; I’m bad with cardinal directions, especially since now I had a very vague sense of where we were. Nonetheless, I followed him.

The building he led me to, a two-story brick building that looked like a crack den, seemed as if it were about to fall apart from the deteriorating brick walls to the cracked windows. Not to mention the horrible design choice of having a partial balcony on the second floor. The front door of the building was of an old and decrepit wood that creaked and moaned every time the wind would ever pick up. With every new surface that got into view, I was finding something about this place that I was fearful of. How was this up to code in any way? It could have just been some simple weather damage that hadn’t been taken care of, so I didn’t complain. He was letting me stay here, so I think I’ll be fine.

Following Scott the rest of the way in, he led me up the creaky and partially broken stairway to a door that he unlocked to reveal his apartment. It was small, with two rooms and a living area that was also the kitchen. Each room held a bed with no sheets, only blankets, and a single pillow. The walls were grey and barren. On top of that, the wallpaper was peeling badly in some places. In the living area was a couch, a wood stove, and a table. The wood stove, which also acted like an oven as far as I could tell, had but seen little use. In the center of the room, the couch sat with several holes in it, and oh my God there is a dead rat being eaten by a living rat underneath it. To add to the mess, the room was littered with rum bottles, empty and full. Scott lived here and didn’t even seem to care, he just strolled into the room on the far left of the apartment and shut the door.

“This place is a mess,” I yelled toward his room.

“Then clean it up,” I heard him say back, albeit muffled, through the door.

Grabbing the only broom I could see, which was covered in dust, I began sweeping out of spite, starting with the rats. I swatted the live one away and swept up the dead one. Damn, there was a lot of dust in here! Because of the dust I was kicking up with the broom, I decided to open the windows and allow myself some breathing room before continuing to sweep. After a good hour of cleaning, I decided to lie on the couch and mess with my new knife. The knife itself didn’t seem very special, although it wouldn’t be legal in London during the time period that I was there.

Due to the magic formula, I could make the knife fly anywhere I wanted with my mind. Kind of like another appendage that was attached to my body with a magic string. I could make it spin like a saw blade just as I made the chess piece do, and even make it fly around the room at high speeds as if I was a planet with a knife-shaped satellite. Eventually, I stopped because I accidentally launched it into the wall a few too many times. Getting bored of knife practice, I decided to take a nap on the couch. A few hours later though, I was awoken by the sound of Scott telling me to get up.

“No, fuck you, let me sleep,” I replied groggily.

“What was that? I said get up!” he yelled as he kicked the couch from behind, making me fall on the floor with the couch laying on top of me. Damn, this couch is heavy… How in the hell did he even kick it over?

“It’s time for your training,” he said, as I slowly climbed out from under the couch. He then meandered out the door of the apartment without me, only to open it after a few seconds just to tell me to get my ass moving. I complied with a tired roll of my eyes and followed after him.

“So, where are we going, and what kind of training are we doing?” I asked as I rubbed the crust which had formed in the corner of my eye.

“You ask too many questions. We have to keep a lookout for the changeling that attacked you. We also need to check out a rumor that a succubus has been killing people who have refused to help her with their work,” Scott explained as if I should have already known this.

“Succubus, as in a demon prostitute? One is attacking people who won’t sleep with them?” I said with an unconvinced tone as I followed along.

“They aren’t demons, they are a subclass of the Amazons. Immortal creatures, so long as they feed off of the life force of humans. Usually, they are peaceful, but when they are desperate, they will likely attack people,” Scott corrected.

“And if we find this Succubus, do we have to kill it?” I wondered out loud.

“Not really. Although succubi will attack humans when desperate, they will not kill them. Thus, we don’t need to kill it, just detain it and hand it over to Mama Louise,” Scott said with an almost reluctant expression.

“Who is Mama Louise? Another member of the Table?” I asked curiously. It kind of sounded like the name of a mafia head.

“No. She runs all of the Succubus brothels in Whitechapel, and several all over London. She can get the Succubus stabilized or kill it, it’s up to her,” Scott explained. So she was kind of like a mafia head.

“Umm, okay then. Now, you said before that you watch over all of London. If you're going to be strictly in Whitechapel for a while, then who is watching the rest of London?” I asked with a worried expression.

“Good question. I asked the Head Consul of the Table if they could send someone to watch over it for me. Whether they did or not, I have no idea,” Scott said. I was starting to think that this Table was very poorly managed.

“You're really just going to leave it at that?” I asked due to the shock of learning that anything could happen in the rest of London and we would be none the wiser.

“There’s not really much else I can do. Although the Table is spread all over the world, that doesn’t mean that we have infinite resources and people. We are spread thin as it is, and we are trained with that in mind. So we make allies with the supernatural any chance we can get. That way, they can deal with a lot of their problems without us, but when something goes rogue, or when there’s a conflict that needs a third party, we are always called upon,” Scott explained.

“Okay, then. if that’s how it is...” I said. We continued on silently the rest of the way.