Of Wendways and Wending Ways
Local overworked college student should really get some sleep.
But first, monster hunting.
Featuring this boi:
Where’s Stanton? His heartbeat – just settled down – leapt back up again with extra, espresso-fueled ferver. Whirling towards the trail behind him, Rhys snapped up his flashlight and turned it on, scanning all the surrounding area. No one was in sight. The pounding of his heart rang dizzily in his aching brain. “Agent Stanton?” He hissed. He ran the flashlight all around him, back up towards the trail in front of him. Only bare dirt and roots. He knelt down to the ground, searched for footprints — the frozen ground offered nothing. “Agent Stanton!” Stanton was supervising him during this hunt. He wouldn't leave him. Right?
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