Right, the pamphlets. He'd received quite a few when he arrived, although he'd initially written them off as a hoax. When it came to the supernatural, the locals weren't usually so open about things. Usually. He's been proven wrong more than once and it seems that this town is one of those times. One comes to mind in particular, Alternatives to Human Flesh. Were they preparing him for what he might encounter or...
...what he might become?
She only confirms it. Sam swallows, this time lowering the machete entirely. He knows it's not wise to just take anyone on their word, let alone a monster, but with everything he's experienced thus far, it's hard to argue. Though the last thing he wants to believe is that a young girl could turn into that--that he just might.
"What are you?" It seems fair enough to ask, his brows turning upwards as he glances along her figure, something that might be inappropriate had she not turned into, you know, a monster.
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...what he might become?
She only confirms it. Sam swallows, this time lowering the machete entirely. He knows it's not wise to just take anyone on their word, let alone a monster, but with everything he's experienced thus far, it's hard to argue. Though the last thing he wants to believe is that a young girl could turn into that--that he just might.
"What are you?" It seems fair enough to ask, his brows turning upwards as he glances along her figure, something that might be inappropriate had she not turned into, you know, a monster.