If anyone were to glance down the street toward the Tourist Information Center right now, they would probably assume the three Hunters there were all but finished.
The figure seen from behind the glass door still appeared calm and human-shaped. Only by getting closer could one hear the faint, muttered words: "...My name is Li Li-li-li-li-li, Stansis Humans are the top locker in the second row from the right, I live in a cavity in the second molar on the right side of Miss Smiths's mouth—she's the history teacher at Rose Hill High in Blackmoor Queen District..."
Emily still had her head turned, facing the wall and the crack, with the back of her head toward the street. Her black hair slowly extended downward, flowing onto the sidewalk. Beneath the hair were two bare, curled legs. Her skin was dry and chapped, and her yellowed toenails were long, thick, and twisted, digging into the ground.
