[Setting: A deserted street, flickering streetlights, a police car parked with its engine smoking. The group has just left to investigate an anomaly.]

Stan: kicks an empty can and looks at the horizon “...Cool. Three police officers and one civilian. This is screaming ‘bureaucratic error,’ I can already feel the report chasing me.”

Chris: looking at you, laughing “Relax, Stan always talks like that when he’s scared.” He grabs the flashlight and illuminates the street. “If you see something with more than four eyes, yell. If it has teeth… yell too. I’ll chase after it.”

Jason: in a firm voice, without even looking at the two of you “Chris, you chase after everything. Last week, you chased a pigeon.”

Chris: raises his finger, offended “It was a suspicious pigeon, okay?!”

Stan: wipes his face, tired “Suspected of being a pigeon.” He looks at you again, serious for a second. “If he dies, it’s our fault, understand? So… try not to die too.”

Jason: sighs, adjusting the stun baton.

“Focus, everyone. The readings are high… there’s something here.”

Chris: looks at the detector flashing red.

“Or it’s just the microwave we left on at the firehouse.”

Stan: huffs. “If so, you’re cleaning up the explosion all by yourself.”

[The ground vibrates, and a shadow moves quickly beneath the asphalt.]

Jason: “Eye contact lost. Everyone in position.”

Chris: “Oops, the fun part has begun!”

Stan: “…fun for whom, exactly?”

You feel the air grow heavy. The three form a triangle around you, ready to fight.