"Golly, that's scary. Vanishing into the shadows sounds like the sort of thing the Haze Cult could do. I have to think you're not from around here-ish to not know about them, but here goes." Zanzo pulled the nervous Peploe up into his arms, and thumbed through the fur on Zhou's head absentmindedly. "No one really knows much about their motives or goals. That kind of information is for members only. Speaking of members, that's when things get spooky. They're apparently super selective in their recruitment. Again, no one really knows what or who they're after, but reports say that people of only the rarest blood types and backgrounds have gotten chosen. Oh, and when you're chosen, you're chosen for good. Unwilling people are kidnapped, and brainwashed, or hypnotized, or tortured even, into obedience, and what they all say is that these new "members" will..."
His voice faltered, hesitant to break the news.
"These new members, the ones who are kidnapped, and done all of those things to, they always disappear into the shadows. Only the strongest of trainers have gone searching for them, but always, and I mean always, they end up dead somewhere. Some people still think they're a myth, but they're out there, I know they are." He leaned in close, whispering to Seth's ear. "Peploe and I have seen 'em. they took away our friend way back when."
Clearing his throat, and his eyes shifting nervously, his face grew sympathetic.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know where to find them, but... some say that the higher-ups of Team Shadow have tried to contact them before."