The town of Haslemere, in South West Surrey was a very quaint town in the daytime. But at night all of the residents went to bed in abject fear. Many of them had gone to bed and never been found the next day. Their beds reeking of seawater and small struggling ocean life  flopping or dying on the bed and floor. The floors showed signs having had broken, splintered in fact! But, oddly enough every piece of wood was replaced exactly where it should be, if less stable. A man had fallen through a particularly less stable section of floor to reveal a pit, just in front of the bed. Those who were with the man swore up and down that it was a full minute before they heard anything from the pit other than his screaming, and that all they heard was a muffled splash.

The longer it went on, the more disappeared. This was a delicate situation for a hunter. This slow assimilation process meant there were a ton of unassimilated and unaware nearby inhabitants, and what's more, this lesser creature needed to abduct to assimilate. It was a weaker horror. Not a great One, but merely an underling aspiring to higher power. What level of monstrosity did a beast have to come to in order to have ambition? Perhaps it was only relevant and more pertinent to ask how to kill it, since it was the job of the Hunter to kill. Not to ask questions. Too many of those drove people mad...