[ He knew that this guy was right. He's not a monster hunter. He can dead lift some pretty solid weight, he can throw a punch, he can shoot a gun. But this was apparently an actual monster. This felt wrong. He had a moment of cognitive dissonance, he is a law official. Even now that he wasn't technically a law official, he got up for this. Every day. At 07:30. It was a promise that could transcend memory. ]
bewildering to weird to kind of depressing is the Disco Elysium Mood
[ A promise to the third presence. ]
[ Don't beat yourself up. You don't have to be the one to kill it. You're a detective. Find it so that someone who can will. ]
"Hey, uh." [ He clears his throat. ] "Know any monster hunters?"