Monsters were either hallucinations or lies someone had made up for attention.
That was a natural assumption, and it was understandable.
After all, people understood the world through what they saw and heard. Even when something entirely new appeared before their eyes, their instinct was to deny it.
Claire looked Simmons in the eye. After a moment, disappointment showed in her gaze.
Simmons was like the adults who had refused to believe her intuition or Nancy's Empathy when she was little. It was one thing not to believe them. Those adults had never even tried to check; they had simply denied it and scolded them.
Claire did not doubt her ability, inconsistent as it was. She no longer tried to prove herself as she once had because she had grown up. She had learned to go along with the world's rules on the surface, hide what made her different, and pretend she was like everyone else.
Claire was not angry. She merely told Simmons, "I understand. Head back to the inn."
The inn was the Three Little Pigs Inn, the only one in town. Simmons was staying there too, but he went straight to his room to sulk without greeting Geralt or Nancy.
What made him even angrier was that Claire came to the inn soon afterward and only asked, "We're about to eat. Want to join us?"
She did not even apologize!!!
Simmons grew angrier still, showing just how spoiled he was.
"I'm not eating!"
That afternoon.
Geralt, Nancy, and Claire found an old van in the police station parking lot.
According to witness reports, Thompson had used this van to pick up Shirley and had brutally murdered her inside it.
The evidence found in the van supported that account.
Nancy spent a while inside the van, then shook