<div style="text-align: center;">The roar of the cars engine died down after pulling into the parking lot of a small quaint hotel. <span style="color: #7B68EE">"So, this is it? Huh. The folks from the last town weren't kidding when they said Sharnwick was small."</span> The tall dirty blonde male mumbled to himself as he pulled himself out of the car, bag in hand. Green eyes glanced around the area as he made his way towards the entrance of the place he would be staying for the next few days. The surrounding area had a few shops selling random odds and ends, along with a bar, and what looked to be the only food joint across from the bar. <span style="color: #7B68EE"><span style="font-style: italic">"At least this ghost town has a place where a guy can get a drink."</span></span> Liam noted to himself before making his way inside.<br/><br/>Once he got himself settled into his room he decided it was time to refresh himself on the job he had come here to do. Rummaging through his backpack he pulled out a thick messy binder and plopped in his lap. Flipping through a few pages he fell upon the section pertaining to the area he was in. <br/><br/>There have been reports of this town having a curious sickness that hasn't effected anyone outside of it. No one has a clue how it started. All they know is of the first family who had become ill. It went on to say that whoever succumbs to the illness is sure to end up dead. <span style="color: #7B68EE">"Oh the perks of the life I lead..."</span> He sighed as he shut the binder, tossing it off to the side of the bed he was seated on. <br/><br/>Liam's occupation was one of something most anyone would laugh off. I mean, let's face it, telling people you hunt down ghost, demons, and any other assorted supernatural beings doesn't exactly make you sound sane. Therefore he always had some well thought out backstory with a fictitious name to help blend in wherever he ended up. It was a lonely job, but he didn't mind it, honestly he preferred it.  <br/><br/>Getting to his feet he decided it would probably be a good investment of time to take a walk around the area and maybe find some locals to casually pull some information from. Grabbing his wallet, keys, and his trusty revolver tucked away on his hip, Liam headed out to see what he might find. Hoping to find something out sooner rather than later. If this sickness was as ravishing as he had read about, he didn't want to hang around too long.</div>