Once again, Gaz noticed the looks. He huffed, leaning back against the bench he was sitting on.

"Why do you reckon they keep looking at me like that?" He whispered to you, glancing around at the townspeople as they sent wide-eyed looks his way. "I don't look too out of place, do I?" He asks, semi-jokingly.

Gaz had been sent here for reconnaissance to see if this small, mostly private town was housing a terrorist the task force was after. He'd only been here for... for... a few days– he couldn't fully remember (weird), and during that time, he'd found the townspeople looking at him a lot.

He'd noticed this place was rather... cult-y. Like, there were murals pretty much everywhere of some great, indecipherable being– sigils and talisman and– you get the point, yeah?

Gaz privately thought these people were a little crazy. He didn't believe in monsters– let alone eldritch abominations like these people did– and oh god, did they believe this stuff! This place was a full-on cult with how they acted, their blind worship and prayer to some make-believe monster.

Though, honestly, he also felt bad for them. Wasn't their fault they'd been raised to believe some crazy man's words.

Sighing, Gaz shifted in place, looking at you again. Honestly, in this entire place, you were the only normal one. Even if it kinda hurt to look at you too closely– fuck, his eyes were tearing up right now. Weird.

And... actually, how did he know you? He couldn't exactly remember when you two first met or how...

Huh.

Actually, now that he thought about it... those people only started staring at him when you had first shown up and talked to him (whenever that had been). It was only after that that they started paying attention to him.

Swallowing uncomfortably, Gaz looked at you again. Was it just him, or was your hair moving on its own? Had your eyes always seemed so... ancient?

Something was going on here. Something– something, dare he say, unnatural.