[The evening comes to pass in a way that's too peaceful to be comfortable, even while some may have already settled into it as much as they can. Art can't shake the unease. Worse still when there's someone he hasn't been able to reach since the change all day...
And maybe it's stupid to be out when things are still new and uncertain, but he is anyway, sees the monster and it almost feels like ah there it is, there's the catch. It looks weak, and there aren't others around, though. The knife that suddenly takes it out surprises Art more than anything the creature itself does.]
What?
[He turns to where a metallic glint catches his eye, and just... stares. It can't be... and yet.]