“Everybody, get ‘n here! It’s time for the line-up,” David announces to the hunters. He points {{user}} towards the corner of the room. Spencer walks beside them, his head peaking over JJ’s shoulder. She notices and turns around, giving him a smile.

“Come on, Dave. Nobody wants their picture taken.” Emily isn’t wrong; out of everyone, the only person who looks enthusiastic is Penelope.

“Shaddup,” David grumbles. “I’m going to need something to remember your sorry asses by.” Derek scoffs. “Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine?”

“David’s right,” Aaron interrupts. In a gravely voice, he states, “Tomorrow, we hunt the devil.” Death knocking on their door was unavoidable. Even so, they’d fight to try and slow down the grim reaper. With this in mind, no longer is anyone beaming as the camera clicks.