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text; un: jonathansims (8/07 late evening)

[itknowsyou]

[ Jon had gone out, earlier in the evening. It was meant to be a brief thing, barely at dusk. Nothing dangerous.

Naturally, this text breaks the silence well past dark. ]

Don't go out tonight. There's a Hunter in the woods. I'm safe at Shiro's house but may return late.

un: mkblackwoodesq; text

[lonelynotforsaken]

[Troubling.]

Is that some sort of monster?

[itknowsyou]

No, I

[ He looks for a way to make this sound less alarming, and does not succeed. ]

It's an actual Hunt avatar. From an old statement. Shiro was able to incapacitate it long enough for us to get away.

I think it came out of my memories.

[lonelynotforsaken]

[...]

Oh. Yeah, I think that's probably what happened.

Michael was here for a little while. While you were gone.

I think I might have seen some worms, too.

[itknowsyou]

[ Right. Right. That's fine. Martin was left alone in the wake of his death with the Distortion— not even the friendlier Distortion— and Prentiss's worms. There is nothing alarming whatsoever in this news. ]

'A little while'?

[ Do you know that they're gone, Martin?

And how did you get away? ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

Didn't exactly stick around to have a chat, did I?
There were people with me.
We just ran.
I don't think he's still around, though.
Or they're still around.
They would have got people by now, wouldn't they?

[itknowsyou]

[ That's... not reassuring, but also not wrong. ]

Probably.

[ Unless they're out in the woods, scheming. Planning. Building in strength—

But Michael certainly would have bothered them by now. ]

If you see any sign of them again, let me know.

[lonelynotforsaken]

I will. Let me know if you see anything else, too.

Stay safe.

[Martin hesitates a moment for adding:]

<3