((Post to Goat, Creator, True.))<br/><br/>"You can't save everyone."<br/><br/>This was a phrase that Matt himself comprehended and had lived by. A phrase that he and several like him had uttered in times of extreme duress, and uncertainty. It was this same phrase that Matt had uttered at the cabin in the woods, and when the burned corpse of a fallen deputy had been zipped up in a body bag. A part of him wanted to break down, and cry his sorrows away like a baby. Another part of him would of preferred to drink himself into a drunken stupor. Yet he knew neither one of those preferences were his to make. He had to remained as he was now. Calm, focused, and determined. Determined to bring whomever or whatever committed these crimes to justice.<br/><br/>Though he knew that he needed to clear his head for a bit. So once the paper had been completed with the coroner's office. Matt, against he better judgement, decided to take his squad car and drive around for a bit. His deputies, even though they were still in mourning for their own, had respected Matt's decision to clear his head. They too had shared the same troublesome thoughts in their own heads. One of their own had been set a blaze, and not a single officer could of done anything to help. This was the evil of the town. A dark shroud that covered the town in a blanket of fear. Fear of a presence that haunted the minds of every god fearing local in town. Said presence being the ever so familiar existence of the folk. Even with their existence being a cryptic old wives tale. Several of the townsfolk still did believe in these legends, and even as representatives of the law. So did many of the deputies.<br/><br/>As Matt drove up the road towards the town. Matt had noticed something strange up ahead. There appeared to be someone's car parked on the side. Maybe someone had gotten lost, or was in need of assistance. He reached over towards his dashboard, and unlatched his mic from the radio.<br/><br/>"This is Sheriff Andrews to station,over."<br/><br/>"This is station, whats up Matt?, over."<br/><br/>"I have what looks to be some type of dark blue sedan, parked on the side of the road. Going to check if they need assistance. Over."<br/><br/>"Rodger Matt, but would you like some backup Matt? We wouldn't blame you given the current shit going on. Over"<br/><br/>Matt slowed down his patrol car a bit, and thought to himself. Could he use some backup? He knew that given everything that had went down today. That maybe some backup couldn't hurt, but then again. He contemplated in his head that he could  handle the situation himself, and not risk the lives of other deputies today.<br/><br/>"Nah I'm good, I'll radio back to the station once I'm finished here. Over."<br/><br/>Matt pulled over to the side of the road, a few feet from the blue sedan. He sighed softly, and opened the driver's side door of his patrol car. He called out towards the car before him, as not to spook them.<br/><br/>"Sheriff's department! Are you in need of assistance!?" He approached the vehicle slowly, his hand placed firmly on his holster.<br/><br/>((Post to Haruna.))<br/><br/>Issac wanted nothing then to of ignored those chills in the air, but he knew better. It was the same type of chill that harked back the days of his childhood. The early days when he had only scratched the surface of his gifts. "I think we may need to cancel the rest of our appointments today." This was unlike Dr. Richards to cancel his appointments. In fact the man rarely ever took a sick day, or a vacation for that matter. In some odd way it's almost like he was obsessed with his work. As if he needed it as much as it needed him. None the less. He had decided to give Lerisia the rest of the day off.<br/><br/>Issac took out his wallet, and took out a hundred dollar bill. " Lerisia. Go take out your family for a nice meal tonight. My treat." He placed the bill on her desk, and grinned. "I think I will head home a bit early today. There is something I need to take care of." As he finished his words. Another chill ran down his spine, and caused him great discomfort. He grimaced, and tried his best to remain calm. He knew though that this type of activity was going to cause him to become sick. If he didn't go home for his own "personal therapy." Though at this very moment. Maybe it was best he remain in his office, and continue with his daily routine. It was a rough call.<br/><br/>((Public post/ post to Amara.))<br/><br/>"Mom, those two Japanese girls are here again!" Commented Cait's son Gregory. Cait shrugged, and pointed towards the kitchen. "Then you better get yourself into the kitchen lad." Gregory sighed, and stalked off into the back of the bar. Her oldest son Tommy, who had been minding the bar, gave his mother a smile. "You'd think the boy would of learned by now how to respect the patrons." Cait leaned up against the bar. Her eyes focused upon the two Japanese sisters. " They seem like good kids." Her third son Dillon was busy sweeping around the bar. Cait turned her attention on him, and called out. "Dillon! Won't you stop what your doing for a bloody second, and get your dear mother a serving tray!" Dillion looked up towards his mother. "Yes Ma'am." Tommy once again chuckled as he started to prepare the bar for the afternoon rush. "Mum. While I was away. Did you replace me three brothers with robots or somethin?" Cait smirked, and tapped on her son's hand. "No lad, just teaching them the way of the pack." Tommy nodded as he peered down at her hand. "Where is Charles?" Cait glared up at Tommy. "Charles is...indisposed at the moment hon."<br/><br/>Dillion had walked out of the kitchen with a tray filled with snacks, and warm sake. The warm sake had been specialty ordered for the two sisters by Cait about a week ago. After a month or two of the girls showing up at the bar for happy hour. Cait decided to make them feel more welcome, by ordering something familiar to them culturally. "Mom do I really have to bring this tray over to them!? It feels weird, and I.." Cait cut him off with a hand placed upon his shoulder. "Lad, you are a handsome young man, and as your mother I would like to tell you that getting your little freind down there wet is not a bad thing." Dillion's pale, freckled face flashed a bright shade of red. "Mom!" Tommy blurt out into loud laughter behind the bar. "Go ahead lad! Introduce yourself to those lovely girls. You never know! Maybe you have a thing for darker bushes!" Dillion gave his brother a pissed off glare. Cait raised her hands to calm Dillion. "Oh calm down hon. You know your brother is just messing with ya!" It was not hard to tell that these were her sons. Her entire clan were red haired, pale skinned, freckled, and a very Irish family.  Those that was just a common trait for the clan. To really describe Cait's family. It's best not to ask too many questions about their personal affairs.<br/><br/>So with that. Dillion brought over the tray of food, and warm Saki for the girls. He already knew there would be more food to come. These two girls had an appetite, one that even rivaled some of their larger patrons.