Staring into the green acid, the Jest rubbed his head in a failing attempt to sooth his throbbing headache. With a few blinks of his sunken eyes of exhaustion, he received numerous flashing visions from the memory of the beast. Seeing the red eyes scolding deep into his mind, he took a deep exhale of shakiness, as he rubbed away the sight of carnage. Still tasting heated blood and , he periodically whipped his mouth in hope of the taste disappearing. Holding his flashlight in the darkness of the sewer, ironically casting an even darker shadow outside of the funnel of light, the detective lingered in the abyss of blackness, as the birdman appeared. Informing Bela on the toxin of fear, the thin lad stared upon the figure before politely smirking the best he could. Wondering how the toxin activated the acid blood of the Sleestak, the detective noted to study the blood for clues, as he placed the vial in his tool bag.
Pushing himself to his feet, he glanced over the surroundings, growing weary of the that partook in the background. As the mist of the running water ways flowed, the pool of funky green acid and bones streamed across the engraved lining of the brick floor, and into the watercourse. While the Jest checked the time in his pocket watch, he stepped over crumbled stones and debris, to gain the high ground, “…good to see ye still up and kicking, fella…almost feared the worst of ye.....it appears our foe hold more than previously believed...”. However, he stopped at the sight of a figure in a black suit of dull normality.
In black shades and a plain monochromatic suit, a man stood at the top of the hole, in the middle of the hallway. With an emotionless face and drab hair, the figure did not bear the same uncanny valley appearance that green-eyed men from earlier that night. Very much human, the man in black was a member of the group that arrived shortly after the average authorities. With identification that oversighted the police, they nonchalant men were now all over the scene, removing the supernatural evidence from being recorded by the public. Closing off the alley that contained what was left of the three ahool bodies, the suited man removed his glasses to catch an eyeful of the detective. “…how did I know you’d be in the mix of this”, the man stated as Bela walked up the rubble while fetching his own ID, which gave him authorization. “…what’s going on here?”, the man looked to the two, sure that the investigator had some knowledge of the mess that was happening. “My partner and I are on a case…and, I believe someone summoned a Mothman…”, the supernatural investigator thought to the red eyes of the mystic creature, knowing that the being could be the one responsible for the cryptids that lied dead on site. As the suited figure stood straight in thought, a few more men appeared in the hall, prepared to handle the pool of supernatural acid.