WAYWARD | private

[dannychan]

she frowned. "oh, more people know than you think. most are just too traumatised to talk or get put in an institue or are pug down as normal things in police reports.l

[peridot.]

"Well that's... Disheartening. Are there other people like you? Who stop them...? I can't imagine the police bring very effective, honestly " He said, wringing his hands a little as he walked.

[dannychan]

she nodded. "yeah. we're called hunters. we're everywhere but we're normally disguised or off duty. yesterday, i was an FBI agent named agent may.l

[peridot.]

He nodded a little bit and mumbled, frowning, "Ah, I see. Well, thank you? I'm glad that my friend will... Hopefully not die because of you."

[dannychan]

she nodded, walking into the club and pushing past the night guard.

[peridot.]

Newt mumbled a soft apology to the guard before following after her quickly, keeping his arms crossed near his chest as he tried to be as small and inconspicuous as possible, following her lead.

[dannychan]

she nudged him. "acting like that won't help you fit in."

[peridot.]

He frowned and hissed softly, shifting from foot to foot, "How exactly am I supposed to act?"

[dannychan]

she turned to him, putting his arms at his sides. "hands in your pockets. slouch. look at as many girls as you can. maybe wink at one." she said.

[peridot.]

"If these things really do exist, how come everybody doesn't know about them? Wouldn't it be common knowledge at a certain point when people just started dying in weird ways?" He asked, frowning.