The drive was quick enough, considering everything in the town was an easy walk away from each other. Haywood would've preferred a long drive this time, however. Three bodies, two of those cops. Haywood shivered, whether from the sight or the cold chills he wasn't sure. It was just like the others, down to a t. The bodies torn apart like tissue paper, Haywood steeled himself and started to investigate as he waited for Chris to arrive behind him. From bad to worse, or in this case, from worse to... even worse.<br/><br/>A girl, The Girl, stood nearby, a cigarette burning in her hand. She didn't notice the chill, for she was the chill, the persistent winter that seemed to strike this town, yet she wasn't the one who did this. She knew this in her heart, yet she knew standing this close was dangerous. Some monster hunter running around, the cops swarming the place, she was suicidal to stand this close to the crime scene. It wasn't about the danger, though, it was about the blood. She couldn't eat until late, late tonight, so it helped to see it so close to her. A way to keep her sane, to keep her from doing something as stupid as this.