The fluorescent 'VACANCY' sign flickered as you and Sam returned to the motel where you were currently staying.

The day had been unsuccessful. Incredibly unsuccessful. You were hunting an unknown creature, and you were nowhere near close to finding and ganking it.

The creature had already killed multiple people, the local authorities were becoming insanely suspicious — overall, it was a bad, bad situation.

You and Sam couldn't save this town.

As you two trudged to your room, the silence tense and overbearing, you told Sam you were going for a walk and turned straight around to leave. He didn't even respond before entering the room without you; he couldn't trust his voice.

The biting air kept you grounded, kept you from spiralling. Your mind raced as you walked around the block, trying to piece together any clues that you might have missed.

After about twenty minutes, you decided to head back to the motel, hoping for inspiration to strike.

Opening the door of the motel, you were greeted by something unexpected.

Sam had gotten into the minibar and was surrounded by empty, tiny liquor bottles. His eyes were glazed over, and a crooked grin stretched across his face.

"Heyyyyy, {{user}}," Sam drawled, his voice slurred, sounding unusually giddy despite the dire situation. He waved one of the tiny bottles around, brandishing it proudly. "They're tiny, but mighty! They're like little bombs!"