Dawn continued on her path, her handbag to her side, heading towards what appeared the main tent. There was no one around her, the isolation of the area chilling. Suddenly, she heard something. At first, she believed it to be her imagination. She stopped, listening closely before continuing on. Then she once again heard it again, the sound of footsteps... Footsteps that mimicked hers and were following behind. She reached into her handbag, her hand laying on her pistol. She turned quickly, ready to withdraw the pistol, but was met with the sight of nothing.
Her grip on the weapon relaxed as she glanced around. After checking her surroundings, Dawn reaches into her bag and withdrew something. It was a booklet of notes she had made over the case. As she was glancing at her small booklet, flipping through the soft pages trying to make connections between the characteristics of the murders and monsters she knew about, the pages suddenly caught fire. It took Dawn a moment to register what happened before she yelped in surprise, throwing the book to the ground and stomping on it repeatedly. She glanced up quickly, the charred remenants of her case notes beneath her shoes, as Dawn looked for the cause. Something did this, but was it a warning or just malicious? Dawn kept her handbag close, ready to withdraw the weapon at any moment, as she continued on.
Blake watched the woman disappear behind a tent. He sat in silence for a moment before cackling loudly, his obnoxious laugh unmistakable. The Imp truly had no idea who that woman was, nor what she was carrying, but who would believe her if she told? Her book spontaneously combusted; that would make her look like a loon. Blake took a bite of his cotton candy, the mischievous grin still on his face. It was a good day so far.