<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">There was a pronounced, cringe-worthy sound, bone grinding against bone to produce a harsh pop. It was followed by a thud, the weighty collapse of a lifeless body. She looked over, the hunter the only being standing in a mess of wreckage and dead bodies. Yet another flare of annoyance raced through her, all her leads limp on the ground. With a sigh, she holstered her weapon on her thigh and made her way through the obstacle course of shifter corpses. As she passed him by her bright green eyes glared in his direction, her irritation evident and palpable while she moved toward the thumping stereo in the corner of the living room. Tapping the power button, the home went completely silent-- all except for the whimpering and sniffling of a cowering female in the hall. In the brief moments that had passed she had almost forgotten about her. Ava softened her gaze, “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” <br/>
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The woman was still trembling, her hands coming from the top of her head and her eyes opening slowly, fearful of what she might see. “W-what the fuck just happened?” She sobbed, her face red and puffy as tears streamed down her cheeks. <br/>
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“You should go home, keep all of this to yourself. You were never here.” Ava suggested, watching as she hesitantly rose to her feet. She looked like she was going to be sick at first, the sight of all the bloodied faces and contorted expressions in death turning her face pale with a hint of green. What began as careful footsteps turned to a sprint for the wide open door. She ran barefoot into the night, not a second look back.<br/>
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“Not sure what you came here for but,” she began, turning her attention back to the lone hunter. “You aren’t going to find anything but cheap beer and cigarettes.” Without the threat of an attack, she wandered about the old house. Her boots carelessly kicked over objects in her path, pushing them out of her way. Even with her gloves, she was hesitant to touch anything. The surfaces were as filthy as the floors. Still, she looked for any sign that Scar might have been there at some point. A hunter, like herself, she figured that it was unlikely that she would have been out-smarted by lowly shifters. “And, seeing as how you offed every last one of these guys, well . . . I won’t be finding anything either.”  Her tone was slightly accusatory, something she tried to conceal since it was likely pure chance that they had crossed paths. “How long have you been tracking these Shifters? What’s your business?” She asked, doing poorly in coming across as cordial as she would with one of her own or even a hunter of another order. </span>