Lots of weird stuff going on out here, up in the outskirts. Into the woods. Nico also maybe sort of just wanted to take a peek. It had been a while since that strange burst of killings took place, taking out a lot of the smaller shifters that lived in the area.
Nico's job wasn't to poke into this stuff, of course. He worked for the newspaper, which was a boring old newspaper with boring news about what shitty movies were playing in the tiny old theater, weather reports, traffic, local politics. That sort of thing. Boring, boring, boring.
That was kind of Nico's MO, though. Best to be boring than to be too interesting in this town.
But Nico was snooping into things that he could never write about, like the shifter deaths. His heart dropped as he walked through the woods, barely breathing. He took out his phone to video record what he saw but there were only the barest traces of the tragedy that had happened here. Cracked branches on bushes, a trail through the thick undergrowth. Nothing tangible though. If there had been blood or fur, it had all been long picked apart or washed away in the summer rain storms.
Hearing a shuffling sound further up the trail, Nico turned that way, automatically focusing his phone's camera on whatever it was.
Nico's job wasn't to poke into this stuff, of course. He worked for the newspaper, which was a boring old newspaper with boring news about what shitty movies were playing in the tiny old theater, weather reports, traffic, local politics. That sort of thing. Boring, boring, boring.
That was kind of Nico's MO, though. Best to be boring than to be too interesting in this town.
But Nico was snooping into things that he could never write about, like the shifter deaths. His heart dropped as he walked through the woods, barely breathing. He took out his phone to video record what he saw but there were only the barest traces of the tragedy that had happened here. Cracked branches on bushes, a trail through the thick undergrowth. Nothing tangible though. If there had been blood or fur, it had all been long picked apart or washed away in the summer rain storms.
Hearing a shuffling sound further up the trail, Nico turned that way, automatically focusing his phone's camera on whatever it was.