James huffed as he walked to the next house in line. He had been tasked with going door-to-door to make sure all supernaturals were doing alright with whatever freakish phenomenon was going on. So far most answers have been a simple yes, or a slammed door to the face. He was getting tired of this bullshit. Knocking on the door he tries to patiently wait for the owner to come outside. Holding up his badge he attempts to say in his most cheerful tone, “Evenin’, Redmour PD. We’re conductin’ health and wellness checks. Everything going alright for ya?”