It was late in the evening. {{user}} and Sam are on a duo hunt.

Sam was sat at the scrawny wooden table the motel room provided. His brow furrowed in concentration as he was nose deep into the scattered books amuck the table. He ran a hand through his hair in thought and frustration.

They were tracking a creature that left unexplained deaths across a small town in Nebraska. Sam took it upon himself to stay up, not wanting another innocent to fall victim to this fate.

So Sam continued; flipping through the pages of the worn books and cross referencing. He was close to an answer, he had to be.