One by one, they'll hunt til there's none. They'll ruin the fun. They talk in the day, stalk in the night. Watch your back, soon you will lack, the simple necessities, your blood will glow in intensities, your body's complexities, will be gone entities.
~ Song of the Stalkers
The loud banging on the door alerted him, he dropped his pencil on the wooden desk and got up from his old oak chair. He cautiously walked to the door, keeping his sword by his side giving him comfort. He unlocked the door and a man barged in, a man at this time? How strange.
"Sir!.... do you.... have any... new info?" The man spoke gasping for air, he'd been rushing to get here.
"Gaines! It's getting late, the Stalkers~" He was interrupted.
"No time for chit chat... they've been attacking the towns... not far, we need to know a weakness!" Gaines demanded using all his breath.
"These are dark times, from my research the sun seems to be the only thing," He wasn't even sure if that was correct.
"Not very helpful," He mumbled rubbing his chin trying to think of a plan, "I'd pack for tomorrow, never known when they'll hunt us next!" Gaines smiled trying to make a joke but wasn't sure if his old friend got it. Hard to tell, after all he has a mask.
"Oh I know they are," He replied grimly.
"I'd best be going," Gaines pulled out his sword knowing he'll find a Stalker in the night, "Stay safe, Seb," He smiled then walking out to the night.
He shut the door and sat back down at his desk.
"I hate it when he calls me that,"
