What if I told you they weren’t real? That Amethyst and I didn’t have to hunt them? That everything will be alright?

Who am I anyway? Because I’m part of the Protectorate, a superpowered armed service unit elevated from childhood from the Condition, doesn’t make me any not the same as you.

But these things? These exact things we’re hunting? These things are different.

They’re not like me and you. They can devour you and me, convert us into something we wouldn’t desire upon our worst enemies.

And unless you i want to do my goddamn work, our country won’t end up being the same again.

Contains mature themes.