"It wasn't even full moon last night!"
"Because it was never the monster!"
"But it would fit the old legend!"
"It's just some guys having a laugh and taking it way too far!"
"No, it's a conspiracy!"
"Or an escaped wild animal!"
Debates flew between people who had once been friends, family or colleagues; tearing emotional bonds apart. But Cain and Alice only grew closer, slowly puzzling out the mystery of the killer.
Newspaper clippings were pinned up all over the walls; photos, drawings and accounts joined them. But they had hit a brick wall.
"Well now it can't possibly be the monster from the legend," Cain grumbled. "But what about all the other evidence?!"
"Well think about the likelihood that it could have ever been a mythical creature," Alice tried, adding, "Look, maybe the old legend has been changed?"
"Wait, what?" Cain turned around, registering his sister's words.
"Maybe the old legend has been changed, maybe the connection with the full moon is false, maybe it was never true," she explained.
"Oh my god, it was right there the whole time!" Cain exclaimed, hugging his sister hard. "You're a genius!"
He spun around and eyed up the evidence on the wall before him, then took random pieces down and replaced them with each other, swapping them around. Until, he was finally left with one big picture, one final conclusion.
"The legend is true," he whispered. "We're all in danger."
"That, you are," a voice snarled from behind them.
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