He didn't even want to question it, he couldn't just meet someone and tell them that the supernatural exist. Vampires stalk among us in clans, werewolves hunt weak and we're just stuck in the middle picking up the pieces and trying to keep our heads about our shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak but he was dragged off, his wrist interlocked by her fingers as she pulled him towards their objective. A motel and a hunger for answers about the missing girls, all he knew was that this would not end well. So his feet picked him up and off the pair went, to the Moss Motel.

The place was barren and disgusting from a visual standpoint, it fit the aesthetic of the town of Quintin. Derelict, beyond repair and just dripping of dread. Jasmine seemed to know where she was going like she'd planned this out or knew more than she was letting on. Erik remained cautious, looking around as Jasmine spoke briefly. His ears almost perked at being asked to pick a lock, now Erik was no locksmith or career thief but being a less-than-legal investigator required you to squeeze in places you often wouldn't find yourself. Yet he had left his gear with Grease and Chomp.

"I could... But could we not knock?" He asked, eyes looking over to the horizon where Jasmine had peered for a moment, what did she see?

[@Punished GN]