<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Narrator/Daryl<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>On the Road/In Transit to Safehouse<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:31 a.m.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>lockepick, Saxa<br/><br/>When Daryl heard about pictures and information on a “vigilante” he did research on, he grew suspicious. He tried to swallow that suspicion down, but it was difficult to do. He grumbled in his car a moment to himself, wondering what Kiara had done to net herself more uncalled for publicity this time, and he said, “I'd be interested in buying it, if it's legitimate information.” But he was wary. He knew he had every right to be. A mysterious phone call at night about Kiara? Or maybe not Kiara. Sometimes other Hunters pulled stunts and got caught. Kiara wasn't the only show-boater in Atro City.<br/><br/>He rubbed his chin and said to the caller, “I can meet with you at the start of my evening shift tomorrow at 7:30 p.m . to discuss it. I'm in the middle of something right now.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name:</strong></span>Narrator/Ellen<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location:</strong></span>In Route to MacEwan, downtown Atro<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Time:</strong></span>12:15 a.m.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tagged:</strong></span>HangedMan<br/><br/>Ellen whimpered when she saw the headless body. She looked imploringly at Harth and whispered, “This is why I asked for someone to come with me. It keeps escalating. It keeps happening all around me, and it keeps intensifying.” She shudders, rubbing her hands over her arms as if she's cold. She put on a brave front, trying to seem strong, and she peered at the body, squatting down to take a look.<br/><br/>She muttered, “This is...all of this blood is still runny. It's not dry. I think....this....this just happened. Oh god. What if whatever did it is still here?”<br/><br/>That's when Harth saw it. A huge shape climbing up a fire escape, wolf-like but tortured in shape. It's form wasn't clear, and he couldn't make it out directly. But it howled, striking a chord of terror into the night, and it took a pathway up a nearby building. And then it was gone.<br/><br/>Ellen noticed a paper on the ground. She squinted at it, and she said, “This says it's an invitation to something called Elysium. Was this poor woman killed on her way to a party?” She seemed about to say something, but she stopped. She seemed to have reservations about getting help, too, for reasons unknown.<br/><br/><hr/>