Connie's gaze ran across the structure of Oakhurst, as ill-maintained as they expected of such a place. Somewhere ripe for monster infestation, if a bit.. sad looking, in the broad daylight. Still, despite whatever skepticism she knew her partner had, he couldn't help the slight excitement drumming under his skin at their arrival. Oakhurst, the Oakhurst. What better place to make a proper name for themselves? They looked about, wondering if anyone--any humans--happened to be around.










