I don't know.

[ and that, more than anything, freaks Cole out. he doesn't know what this is. of all the things he's seen, the places he's been, this...thing, this creature, is entirely new to him. and it's dangerous. ]

They lurk in the drain, tap at the window. [ he's muttering more to himself than the girl, frowning as he tries to attack the blobby thing without losing either of his daggers. ] Mimic human shapes, and then devour what's closest. Until nothing is left.

[ it's hard, fighting and not knowing what he's hitting. he can't cut its throat if it doesn't have one. he can't stab it in the heart if he doesn't know where it is. still, he takes a deep breath, tries to use his Hidden Blades talent to cut it apart —

— and can't help being surprised when it works. the pieces plop to the ground, and he only turns to face her once he's sure they aren't moving. ]

Thank you for helping. I don't think they were listening to me.

[ what he doesn't notice, however, is the quivering behind him as the blob slowly starts to reform. ]