James (weapons)

The night in Maybrook was eerily quiet. James walked briskly down the street, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. His clothes were disheveled, his hair untidy, and he wore an expression of utter bewilderment.

She had just seen something in the basement of a house that no one would believe. Children. All those missing children.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck..." he muttered to himself, rubbing his face.

As he turned a corner, he almost bumped into you. He jumped and took a step back.

—Damn! Where did you come from?

He eyed you suspiciously, breathing heavily. Then he looked toward the street, as if expecting someone to appear behind him.

"Listen... This is going to sound pretty weird, okay? But I need you to tell me where the police station is. And no, I'm not in any trouble. Well... " He paused and frowned. "Not in any trouble you need to know about. "

He looked at you again, trying to decide if you were someone he should stay away from or if, for once, you could be of help to him.

—Are you going to stand there watching me or are you going to help me?