Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 1 - Page 26

Drunk Vampire Hunter the pit collapsed slowly into itself like a salted slug. A few coffins and bits of coffins lay strewn about. The handsome Hospitaller was already on the phone when I came to, saying words like “containment” and “plausibility”. I looked around to see if anyone gave a crap if I left or not. Only Bowdler did. “Thanks,” he said. “We’ll include you in our report.” I took that as a compliment and left. I went the opposite way that I came. I saw the Renfield sneaking away in her car. I watched her carefully. She made no attempt to communicate with me or look in my direction. But when she drove off, I saw her head shift at me once. I silently wished her luck. UJ