The sounds of metal falling on the ground and a muffled curse come from the darkness of the tanning shop. Light blossomed from the back of the shop as a figured stepped forward. “Whoever is out there, we’re closed. If you don’t leave now….I’ll….I’ll have to use force,” came a slightly stammering voice.<br/><br/>Catherine stepped into a darkened corner of the shop as Hunter stepped forward. He was pudgy with thick arms and greasy hair. In his hand he held a lit candle and in the other a hatchet. His face was pale, darkened only by the wisps of hair that looked to be just coming in.