Questions and Memories
Friday Night...
The city was cloaked in the familiar weight of night, its streets steeped in secrets and danger. The hunters, drawn ever deeper into the web of Havensport’s mysteries, embarked on another journey, each step heavier than the last.
Barney's unease over the strange surgical tools gnawed at him, so he turned to Dr. Ephraim Kuusisto, hoping the enigmatic figure might shed some light on their origins. The others, sensing that no stone should remain unturned, followed closely. Ephraim greeted them with his usual calm demeanour, the shadows in his clinic dancing just out of sight. When asked about Dr. Roswell Sudworth, Ephraim recounted the doctor’s downfall, the outrage that swept through Havensport like a dark wind, before assuring them of Sudworth's death. His words, though certain, left the hunters questioning whether death in Havensport was ever truly the end.
Ephraim examined the bite marks that still marred Kimmy’s leg, his cool hands inspecting the wound. He gave her an assurance that the pain would soon fade, and as if his words carried power, the strange feeling that had lingered since her encounter with the blood sample seemed to dissipate. It was a relief—yet the absence of pain brought no comfort. Barney requested some help with his studies so Ephraim handed Barney an old, tattered book. The weight of the book felt heavier than it should, its pages whispering secrets of a darker time, its words, for now, a mystery.
From the clinic, the hunters made their way to the Blessed Father Church, a place that had stirred both curiosity and suspicion. Father Dean Rowland, the enigmatic leader, was nowhere to be found, leaving the group in the company of his devoted assistant, Marjorie Rivera. She spoke glowingly of Father Dean, promising to schedule a meeting for Dwight and Barney. Her eagerness to paint the Father in a saintly light only deepened the group's suspicion.
As Marjorie spoke, Drago scanned the church, his sharp eyes picking out the oddities—symbols of different faiths, jarring in their juxtaposition. Pagan runes, Christian crosses, and relics of forgotten faiths cluttered the church’s walls. It was a house of contradictions, unsettling in its embrace of all beliefs, yet leaving the hunter with the feeling that something was deeply out of place. Miko struck up a conversation with Marjorie, who, beneath her cheery demeanor, revealed her distaste for The Repentant Sinner, voicing a desire to save those she believed lost in the darkness of Helen’s domain. Meanwhile, Drago and Barney explored the back of the church, but it was locked down tightly, the doors sealed, and CCTV cameras silently watching their every move. The church’s secrets were guarded well.
Back at the familiar sanctuary of The Repentant Sinner, the hunters shared their findings with Helen, hoping she could shed light on Father Dean. Helen’s response was vague, uncertainty clouding her words. Raven, ever the sharp one, seemed to think Helen knew more than she let on, but the truth remained elusive, slipping through their grasp like shadows in the fog.
The group decided to discover what they could about The Sanctuary, the estate that once belonged to Dr. Sudworth, the group’s inquiries about it revealed unsettling details. Now a women’s outreach center run by Felicity Cookson, it seemed far removed from its grim past. But Dwight, digging into his own memories, recalled hearing about Felicity and her ties to an ancient tome—the Book of Urvan—and whispers of witches. He couldn’t recall the specifics, but the connection sent a chill down his spine. There was more to Felicity Cookson than met the eye, and The Sanctuary’s transformation might not have erased the horrors once housed there.
Barney, still haunted by the tools in his possession, decided to show them to Helen, hoping for answers. But as he laid them out, a wave of horror swept over him. The walls of The Repentant Sinner seemed to bleed, the floor slick with crimson, and grotesque visions clawed at his mind. Overcome, he snatched the tools and fled into the night air, desperate to escape the grip of madness.
With minds weighed down by what they had learned—and what they had yet to discover—the hunters agreed to call it a night. The city around them whispered its usual warnings, the darkness never far behind. They retreated to their respective corners of Havensport, knowing that the night’s revelations had only deepened the mysteries they sought to unravel.
