91. Hyrer the Tyrunt has been murdered by the Stalkers.

Location: Down the road from Silvercoal City Police Station
Cause of Death: Trauma-induced cardiac arrest

Hyrer, a Tyrunt biochemist, was found by Lychee the Scolipede not far from Silvercoal's police station. The dinosaur Pokémon was found stiff and frozen with fear, her face twisted into a hideously warped contortion of what it once was. Absolute horror pooled from her traumatised eyes which had leaked an overabundance of tears born from pure terror. Lychee's report detailed the victim looked "terrified beyond possibility." It was a look that the Scolipede had never seen before.

Hyrer had been known as one of the city's most agreeable, helpful and pleasant citizens. Her work at Dalshaw Laboratories was highly regarded and even coveted by some. Lychee had not known her personally, but the shocking appearance of the poor dual type had still shaken her up.


Sequintia shook her head as the Rock and Dragon type was taken away by forensics, a deeply-seated feeling of regret and defeat flowing over her. She looked to Pormalu, who had just finished interviewing Lychee, and blew a puff of smoke through her nostrils.

"I don't know how much more of these monstrosities I can take," she hissed, keeping her voice low.

Pormalu held his mate's eyes with his own, trying to comfort her with a stern but warming look. "Nightlust is undoubtedly the worst of them all. Two attacks in three days..." He realised his words were not helping, and he cleared his throat. "I know things look bleak, my dear, but this is far from the end. The Emissaries are closer than ever to uncovering who these despicable creatures are, so please have faith."

Sequintia merely sneered. "You say that every time, but the killings aren't getting fewer in number, Pormalu," she growled, then bound her eyes as she stopped herself. "S-sorry...it's not you. I just don't know how many more I can take. I feel so hopeless!"

Pormalu gave a slow nod. "I feel the same." He paused. "Does she...have family?"

The Pyroar slowly rocked her head. "No...but her friends should be notified as soon as possible." She pulled out her holophone, then remarked with a dark attitude, "I suppose I should put Black Rose Funeral Homes on speed dial."

The look of horror projected by her Arcanine mate was absolutely warranted, however tame it looked in comparison with the victim's expression. But he said nothing, understanding why she had said it.

Yet again, another murder slipped through their fingers. They could only pray that the Emissaries had ways to stop the Stalkers soon.


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