Hanna smiles as he listens to the story, finding that a much kinder approach to what he's had to do a few times now. There aren't so many violent murders in his town, but enough to have seen the results of quite a few of them since he started working he investigator gig at seventeen. "I knew a couple, Dolly and Grant back when I was still in high school. Grant taught my middle school history class. He was the best teacher I ever had, honestly." It feels easier talking about them like this, like he had with Sheehan before he'd admitted who they were to him.

"I'd stop by sometimes, small enough town that it wasn't weird. Except one day they didn't answer the door, but it was unlocked, left ajar, which I mean, it was a nice enough house in a less than nice area in town. Struck me as weird, you know?" His arms tighten around his knees, "So I go in, and I've got a marker in my pocket. I'd started learning magic from this weird, drunk guy Sophomore year, traded my lunch money so he could buy beer at the corner store. He'd only just skipped town, but I didn't have a cellphone, so a sharpie is like, next best thing." A short breath, staring down at his feet, the one still settled under Arthur's knee.

"I knew the phone was in the kitchen, so that's where I went. At the very least it was like, breaking and entering, right? But when I ran in, I slipped on the blood on the floor, and there they were." He swallows, "Unfortunately, I do remember exactly how it feels to be possessed."