PARTY - Hunter Matt
Setting up a makeshift camp on top of one of the buildings, Matt goes through his satchel looking for something to eat...dried provisions... anything really. Besides being hungry, Matt's life was in shambles. His whole world has turned upside down... nobody else seemed to remember their identities, and even his fellow hunters were freely associating with vampires and werewolves like it was perfectly alright. One of the werewolves made it sound as though they were friends.
There was also the whole problem with Ahn. He and his sister had spent years searching in vain, hoping against hope that he'd be found alive, or at least they might learn what happened to him after the vampire took him away. Matt's worst fears had been realized when he saw that Ahn had been turned. He'd been close friends, and more than that, brothers, and the way he wrote sounded as though he didn't want to hurt anybody... but Matt's hunter training as a voice prodding in the forefront of his mind that Ahn was no longer human... he was a monster who needed to be killed. To say it was heartbreaking was an understatement.
The sound of music coming from the Green garners his attention. Carefully, he looks over the edge of the building down at the little concert happening. Everybody coming together under the sparkling lights, singing, dancing, having fun. A sudden wave of emptiness washed over him, being utterly alone. The thought of going down to join the party occurred to him, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. No. He needed to stay resolute to his purpose. He might be the only one left, and though it might not make a difference and in the end cost him his life, he needed to stick to his hunter training.
Matt returned to digging through his satchel, and in the process of shifting belongings around he found a folded up piece of paper he couldn't instantly identify. Unfolding the paper, it was that wanted poster he mentioned earlier... Richie Tozier... werewolf. Matt stared at the faded mugshot for several minutes, but there was nothing. No connection whatsoever. He angrily shoved the paper back into his satchel and then used it as a pillow to rest his head. Hopefully he could get a little shut eye, and he drifted off to a fitful sleep listening to the sound of a young woman singing an unknown, but beautiful song.