The chief looked the man up and down, a grimace playing at his lips. "You think you can stop that thing? Because I sure as hell ain't ever seen an animal rip a man's heart out his chest like that." The chief took a step away, flicking through a file cabinet before setting down a sizable file onto the table. He took out his handkerchief, wiping his brow before speaking again, his voice cracking. A case like this wore down on a man, a man of the law who wanted nothing more than his town safe.<br/><br/>"Folks are calling it a wendigo, you know. Some sorta deer thing from Indian legends. Er, the American type, at least. Witch hunts all over the place, anybody even a little bit sickly looking ends up getting shot one way or another. I've tried my best to calm people down, but it ain't workin'. Families are dying, and we have no idea what we're doing. Whatever you plan on, it better be quick and effective. Whatever you need, we got. Just don't play us for fools, you hear? We're a bit too on edge after all this. A couple hokey monster hunters have come through here recently, lookin' for a quick buck. Surely, you aren't like that, aren't you?"<br/><br/>The chief circled the man, before settling back in front of his desk. "What is your name anyways, kid?"