No hunter enjoyed the press. Having their faces plastered over every headline in a tri-state area was a Hunter's worst nightmare, as they did what they did for various reasons, revenge, love, or simply because it was a job that needed doing, and not a lot of people were physically or mentally prepared to take on the fight. There were other reasons too, but there weren't a whole lot of hunters that did what they did because they liked fame and glory. There wasn't much to be had in this business, and the little that there was was short lived. People remembered villains a lot longer than they remembered heroes, after all.

He should have just killed the officers and skipped town. Avoided all of this hassle.

He shrugged as he ducked into the police vehicle, sighing. No, that wouldn't have been right. He was closer to being a monster than they were. They were just doing their job, and he was an unfortunate casualty in that. crossfire. He was going to the chair or some psychiatric facility, as was the norm when Hunters got caught. Monsters put a lot of effort into being a part of their community and hiding in plain sight amidst their prey, and so when a shifty and ragged looking man appeared and tried to kill them, these pristine members of the community would be believed over them, especially if the hunter claimed that they were monsters and not nice people.

Humans were odd sometimes, he thought, ducking under the view of the cameras in the news vans. leaning back once they were clear. The air was getting cold, and the hunter shivered, recalling that he had left his coat in the car along with the rest of his stuff which was likely going to get confiscated. All of this he didn't mind much, past a primal survival instinct. Nobody was going to miss him a terrible lot, and he hadn't exactly been a prime show of a good person. He was something of a dick, if he did say so himself. The only regret that he had was that his failure to catch the fuckers that had killed the little girl was going to make another hunter go out of his way to do so.

He leaned back in his seat," Nah, I don't like the warm places. Cold is just fine for me. Although I hear Miami is pretty nice, if you like mosquitoes..." He chuckled, remembering the Wendigo that he had trapped down there. Fun times.