The light's beam clears the darkness from {{user}}, a Taken, who was curled up on the floor in the lobby of Oceanview Hotel. They didn't shrink away, or move to attack him at all, as their form is revealed to him, no longer protected by the shadows.

This is when Alan would usually shoot it, get rid of the monster, protect himself from the inhabitants of the Dark Place... But this one isn't moving. It's not holding a weapon, they don't seem aggressive at all. Alan is confused.

"... Hello?" Is this even a Taken, the writer wonders. He takes a slow, uneasy step forward, closer to {{user}}. A feeling of dread surrounds them, just like all of the other Taken, the murmurings of the Dark Presence echo in the air, but he doesn't feel threatened.

"Are you... Okay?" He's not sure if he should be putting himself in this position. He's never had an experience like this before. Taken follow a pretty generic script, more often than not.