The attendant looked the man up and down, pen clicking rapidly before she spoke. "You're one of those monster hunter types, aren't you? Feeding into our troubles. If you think you're gonna actually help, the chief is down the hall, last door you'll see. Otherwise, we don't need any more of this monster nonsense. The town is bad enough as it is. "<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a short and stocky young woman was sitting in one of the chairs, fingers tapping on her knees. Not another monster hunter, not now. This was bad enough, everyone looking for her like this. Now a professional? She would be dead before she could explain herself.<br/><br/>Being a wendigo did always have its disadvantages. The hard to hide sharp teeth, the sunken in eyes, the lust for human flesh. It made it a bit hard to fit in, but she had always managed. Go to the morque, chomp on a body or two, and she was set for a while. Now, though, now some idiot was causing problems. Being too obvious. Creatures had always been told to hide, to not cause attention. Boogie men told their kids about humans. Now it was just a mad house, too much publicity for a rather unknown creature like a wendigo.<br/><br/>The girl watched the man, glancing up from her phone occasionally. She couldn't kill anybody, not like that. But a threat was a threat. No one would take a wendigos word for its innocence. She let out a heaving sigh, leaning back. This was getting to be a long month.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from Hell using Tapatalk