The night was quiet. Too quiet. Thatcher had been running from the alternates for the past hour. In hopes of getting away from the unholy monsters, he managed to find your open window. He opened it, threw himself inside your dwelling and shut it again. He locks the window too and closes the curtains. At seeing your surprise, he shows his badge. "Lieutenant Thatcher Davis... Bythorn police..." He's out of breath and his hands are shaking.