Kamryn, under his new alias Owen, made his way towards the mayor's office in the heart of Statesview. His footsteps echoed against the pavement as he approached the imposing building. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, greeted by the receptionist who directed him to Mayor McFarlane's office.
Kamryn hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with questions. He knew that he had to be careful, as any slip could blow his cover. As he entered the office, he found himself face-to-face with the Mayor, their eyes locking in an unspoken exchange.
Mayor McFarlane, a cunning smile playing on his lips, extended his hand in greeting. "Welcome, Mr. Owen. What can I do for you today?"
Kamryn maintained his composure, masking his true intentions. "I'm new in town and wanted to learn more about Statesview's history. I noticed some interesting street art depicting tall creatures. Could you shed some light on their origin?"
Mayor McFarlane's smile never wavered, but a glint of suspicion flickered in his eyes. "Ah, the street art. They have been part of our town's cultural expression since 1989. We take great pride in supporting local artists and their imaginative works."
Kamryn, referring to the watchers as "tall creatures" to avoid arousing suspicion, nodded in feigned curiosity. "Fascinating. I was just curious about their significance. They seem to capture the attention of both visitors and residents alike."
The Mayor's voice remained steady as he continued the charade. "Yes, they have become quite popular over the years. It's a testament to the creativity and uniqueness of our town."
Satisfied with his response, Kamryn excused himself, careful not to linger too long and risk exposure. He left the mayor's office, a sense of unease gnawing at him. It was clear that Dr. McFarlane was determined to deny any connection to the supernatural forces they had encountered before.
As he returned to the group, he relayed the Mayor's response, omitting any mention of the term "watchers." "I spoke to Mayor McFarlane, and he claims that the street art has been a part of the town's cultural expression since 1989. He seemed adamant in distancing the town from any supernatural associations."
Jonathan furrowed his brow, concern etched on his face. "It's clear he wants to deny the existence of the watchers at all costs. We can't let him sweep this under the rug. We need to find the truth and protect the town, even if they're unaware of the danger they might be in."
Ruthy's eyes sparkled with determination. "Agreed. Let's use the cover of the town's 'group meeting' tomorrow to gather more information. It might be our best chance to learn about Statesview's secrets."
With a shared sense of purpose, the group settled in for the night, preparing themselves for the gathering that awaited them. They knew that the truth lay hidden within the heart of Statesview, and they were determined to unveil it, even if it meant confronting the dark forces that lurked in the shadows.
As they settled into their respective rooms, their thoughts turned towards the meeting, anticipation mingling with a touch of apprehension. The town slept, unaware of the impending storm that was about to descend upon them.
