Teal sputtered, then threw herself deeper into her beanbag. It was as if she was trying to hide in the material and disappear.

“Well.” Television man clapped his hands together. “As you know, we are devotees, and you are idols. We work hand in hand, devoted to one another.”

“Idols…” I frowned. “The, ah… Woman. She mentioned that.”

“A woman? The devil boy looked back at Television man.

“Oh… right.” Teal leaned forward, out of her beanbag prison. “A lady, like… died in front of us. Before we found your tarot cards.”

I pointed at the carpet. “There was blood there. It’s gone now.”

“... Interesting.” Television man grumbled. “What did she say?”

“She said she was an Idol.” I continued. “Said she didn’t dance or sing, but performed and protected. Then she asked if we would carry on her legacy, and…” I looked over at Teal. “... she said yes.”

“Interesting, interesting.” Television man tapped his foot, looking at the both of us. Oh, those shoes look expensive. “So you… both are carrying on her legacy?”

“If by carrying on her legacy, you mean experience that whole feeling of loss and crying thing, then like… yeah, I guess so.” Teal shrugged.

“Huh.” Television man sounded… confused? Surprised? “That’s… new. Carrying on a legacy is usually performed by only one, unless the power of the successors and the predecessor are… very strong.” He grumbled quietly, while the devil boy looked on. “Did you catch the idol’s name?”

I nodded. “She said she was The Great Witch.”

And the Television man’s entire body stilled.

“...”

“...”

“... hey, are you-” Teal leaned a little closer.

Television man raised a hand. “... It’s no problem.” He sighed. “So… you’re the successors to The Great Witch, and we are your devotee candidates.” He paused. “... and you don’t even know what idols or devotees are, do you?”

Both Teal and I shook our heads. The devil boy shook his head, too.