Emery's eyes darted observantly around the room as she made her way down the stairs, noting the projector to the left of the room that appeared to be ancient, and how the room was poorly rearranged, five rows of chairs lined up in front of a sheet that was presumably meant to be the screen for which the projector would cast it's images. The recording that played on a loop sounded deranged and she could guess who it most likely was. Already she knew, he wanted an audience. He wanted someone to see. The question now was why?<br/><br/>She took a seat in the second row, as the recording had suggested. As the projector clicked on, she glanced back to the apparently ancient projector that was suspiciously more modern that it's appearance would suggest. Her gaze didn't linger more than half a second before returning to the make-shift screen.<br/><br/>As the first picture appeared she briefly read the text and studied the photo, which was in gif format, again suggesting the projector was more modern than it appeared to be. It was a young boy, who looked almost familiar to her, crying for reasons unknown to her. The photo lingered, as though he wanted her to study it, and study it she did, until it disappeared, replaced by another.<br/><br/>The next photo was a man in a lab, he appeared to be frantically shaking, why again, for reasons unbeknownst to her. Another tragic day, one that he remembered. She noted this and studied the photo carefully until it, too, disappeared.<br/><br/>The final slide appeared after a full sixty second pause and her eyes took in the sight, swallowing hard and examining every visible detail of the horrible gif. "It's you..." she was thinking aloud, commenting to no one in particular, considering she was presumably alone. This was a tragic day, too, but not for him. This time he felt 'mighty fine' as the text claimed.<br/><br/>She spun around when she heard the voice behind her and her eyes fell on him. She said nothing as the man disappeared after his rather cryptic question. "Someone you once knew..." she wondered aloud before standing and walking over to the projector as her mind churned. It may not mean anything, but she could leave nothing to chance. She would give the room another quick look after she examined the projector.<br/><br/>She may not know his identity yet, but she did know one thing, and that was that she had no intention of becoming the hunted. She would be the hunter. She would find him, even if everyone else had failed. No matter what it took.