[hider=77686f20697320686964696e67][color=EE2B47]“I’m telling you! We’ve seen through his eyes at one point, we all have, and we’ve always been worse off for it. We can’t just let him chase after his instinct like some sort of dog following the scent of his own shit!”[/color]

[color=gray]”[i]Moya Lyubov[/i], he is no longer our little one. We must trust his choice.”[/color]

[color=EE2B47]”Is he really ready to follow after us?”[/color]

[color=gray]”Certainly. And if he does find need of assistance, all he must do is speak his name.”[/color]

[color=EE2B47]”And what if one of those [i]Deveraux[/i] shows their ugly face? They may as well be a Weevil for all the help he’d get from telling them his name.”[/color]

[color=gray]”You’ve past the realm of reality and are seeded in speculation. We must not fret over such unlikely contingencies.”[/color]

[color=EE2B47]”And… What if [i]he’s[/i] there?”[/color]

[color=gray]”Hah. Now you’re past even the realm of speculation. We are free tonight, [i]Lyubov[/i], so suspend your worries. And by morning, I’ll have ensured that they’re gone for good.”[/color][/hider]

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[b][i][color=F6F6F6]”The scourge escaped to Nowhere, but the huntsman still followed”[/color][/i][/b]

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A murder in the town over; It could just be a homicide. Another murder in the town over; it could be a serial killer. A ninth murder? This infuriated Nikita. Nine individuals, all of which had families, friends, significant others, and maybe even children. He clicked the remote, and his television set crackled off. He began to walk towards the kitchen.

How unbelievably selfish. He could understand human killers. Homicide was based on something sentimental. It had sustenance. Monsters killed because humans are tasty. They didn’t see a person. They saw an animal for slaughter. They were inhumane. They were irredeemable. [i]They were the animals[/i], and it was Nikita’s job to show them that.

[i]Huh. How long had it been been?[/i] It’d been about seven years by now that he had been hunting on his own. That wasn’t that long at all, but Nikita felt like it had been a millennium. He had been hunting to some extent in back in Russia, but that was a lifestyle closely observed and maintained by his parents. This was something different entirely.

 Ever since he had graduated from school, about three years ago, his entirely life has been solely about stocks and hunting. He had either spent his day following the news or following a trail, or some combination of both. And he had a lot to show for it. In his room, under his bed, were trophies he had taken from major kill. He had neglected to take souvenirs from his weaker prey; but if that was anything to go by, he has had a wildly successful career. On top of that, Nikita lived very frugally. He was not especially materialistic, although he may lean towards that side when it comes to equipment, and he was an extraordinary investor. If there was one thing that the townsfolk knew about Nikita, it was that he had a special way with money. In the past three years alone, he has increased his capital by a very considerable amount. 

His kitchen was spotless but barren. There was hardly even a crumb out of place, and it seemed like it had never been used before. On one wall, next to the sink, was a whiteboard with a calendar grid. Next to that grid was another whiteboard, this one larger and filled with neat handwriting. There were different notes on the board written in Russian, such as “Lunar Eclipse”, “Campers - IIIIIIIII”, and “Ruxbury Murders - IIIIIIII ”.

Nikita grabbed a marker that was on top of the whiteboard and struck another dash next to the word Ruxbury Murders.

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Since the Fall Festival was happening today, Nikita decided to volunteer at the town center in order to acquaint himself with his fellow townsfolk. It had not been long at all since he had moved here, and in all honesty he did not have any friends. Before he left his apartment, he made sure that everything in his backpack was in place, and took it with him. If there was one thing he had learned from his hunting, it was that the supernatural waits until you’re unprepared to rear its head.

As he walked from the Olympus Complex to the Town Square, he made a mental note of everyone he came across. Keeping track of a crowd was a good way to rat out the supernatural, as they seemed to have the delusion that a crowd was some sort of cover in which they could do whatever they’d like.

Once he arrived at the Square, he made some small talk with one of the vendors who was setting up a booth. Initially, the vendor had trouble understanding Nikita through his heavy accent, but eventually, Nikita found himself helping the vendor set up the booth. Although it seemed to be standard fare, Nikita got the feeling that this night was going to get interesting.