"Current target, Hallie Knudsen, has a younger sister and her parents apparently love her very much. An exemplary family in every sense of the word," said a female field agent who was in charge of gathering information.
"Has her family been notified?" Jonathan asked, holding a family relic, a whip, which was now in his hands. Thanks to his mastery of all weapons, using a whip like that came easily to him.
"Her family has been notified; they knew a detective would visit today, so they were called in advance to receive the visit."
Jonathan had not decided to set this information aside when the Sheriff called him and told him about who had summoned Slenderman; that saved them hours of investigation, which was not bad at all.
Now Jonathan was heading to the house of the most affected person, the one who seemed to be having more nightmares than the rest. He assumed she would be next, so he wanted to find out with his own eyes.
It was not common for a regent to carry out these field missions, but Jonathan was different from many leaders who only sent orders from behind a desk.
Everyone could sense that Jonathan had returned to his usual personality, leaving them more at ease about the future of this operation.
Even Wednesday could notice that earlier side of him.
For those who knew him, it wasn't usual for Jonathan to be courteous, much less patient with dark entities, but spending time in this town was certainly improving him.
If Jonathan had gone longer without taking down a strong dark entity, his personality might not have returned as it had now, but, to be honest, as a regent it was normal for these things to happen.
"We've arrived, sir. We'll wait outside."
Jonathan looked around and realized this was a decent middle-class neighborhood; at least the inhabitants of this place had achieved the American dream.
The vehicles that arrived obviously alerted the people in the neighborhood, who wondered who the unfamiliar visitors were.
Jonathan, of course, didn't care, so he walked to the house where the silly girl who was in danger of being killed lived and knocked on the door twice.
Knock! Knock!
He didn't use the doorbell; he was a person who liked simple things.
"I'm coming."
Crack!
As soon as the door opened, Jonathan, dressed in a black suit, introduced himself: "Good morning, Mr. Knudsen. I'm Agent Jonathan from the FBI. Is your family gathered as we agreed over the phone?"
"Eh? Yes, we're all home…" Victor Knudsen looked at Jonathan's badge and at all the people waiting outside, so he supposed the problems were bigger than he had expected.
"That's good. I would like to warn you that, as the man of the house, you must understand that the problems involve your daughter directly, because of what was done—although she doesn't know anything right now. I'm afraid she will hear things that are hard to digest, so I only ask for your understanding and cooperation. We are here to help your family, not to harm you. I hope you understand that before we discuss this matter involving your daughter." Jonathan's words were as clear as possible.
It wasn't hard to understand, right?
The real problem when talking about dark entities with civilians is that they don't believe, they go crazy, or they decide not to cooperate—and unfortunately Jonathan was not there to accept "no" as an answer.
He hoped they would at least listen.
"I don't understand. My daughter is involved?" Victor couldn't believe it. He had spoken with his daughter yesterday and she had promised she wasn't involved in anything related to her friend's disappearance.
Jonathan nodded briefly and, as he entered the Knudsen house, explained: "Your daughter is the predator's next target; that's why you must understand how we will move to eliminate the threat."
"Eliminate the threat?" Victor didn't have time to process Jonathan's words, but when they reached the living room where his family waited, he quickly introduced them: "This is Agent Jonathan, sir. This is my family: my eldest daughter Hallie, my wife Rebeca, and my younger daughter Lizzie."
"Nice to meet you, Agent."
Jonathan nodded and said, "Your younger daughter should not hear what I'm about to say, so you can let her go up to her room."
"But I want to listen."
Rebeca took her daughter and whispered, "Obey—later we'll talk about this."
"All right."
When Rebeca returned, she said, "Agent, we spoke with the police and told them everything we knew. Why do you want another meeting with us if we have nothing to do with my daughter's friend's disappearance?"
Jonathan took off his jacket and said, "On the contrary, ma'am, your daughter and her friends are responsible for everything that is about to happen to them."
"What?"