Hotel

The Black Dog took me in, taught me a bunch of things like how to spot a proxy and various fighting & gun techniques. Because, contrary to popular belief the black dog isn't a dog most of the time. The black dog prefers to wander about in a human form, especially when dealing with the humans incognito.

But of course fears & servants can easily spot him with his black hair & red eyes. It isn't really conspicuous for hiding from the fears, but humans seem to find it normal.

Since there were no more good leads on servants in the area at the moment, we decided to check into a hotel. Rhode Island may not be known for its glamerous hotels, but we managed to find a pretty nice one.

"Room for two, overlooking the park" the black dog said to the receptionist.

"Separate beds?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes" I added in.

"Alright, what name would you like it to be put under?"

"Ben Dreichmann" the Black Dog said.

I always liked that pseudonym of his. To me it just screamed class, elegance and excellence.

Once we were in our room I couldn't help but to lie down in the angelically comfortable bed and fall asleep. I was exhausted.

I woke up the next day, with Ben gone away somewhere.

Introductions

I killed them all.

No need to worry dear readers, they mostly deserved it. My name is Whisper or at least that is what I'm known as around these parts.

I tend to clean the world, one fear servant at a time.

What is a fear servant you ask?

Well...fears are eldritch personifications of fears that humanity has had since the beginning of it. Fear servants are simply people that willingly or unwillingly serve them and do their bidding at every turn.

That about sums it up.

I travel America, mostly in order to hunt these fear servants. I've only a handful of times dealt with the fears themselves. I kind of have a protection against them.

The Black Dog.

The Black Dog, is the fear of truth. I travel with the Black Dog, he shields me from the other fears as they tend to not get involved in other peoples servants unless its really necessary. I guess you  could call me a servant of the Black Dog, but I only occasionally do his bidding.

I guess I'm kind of a hypocrite when it comes to that, but I don't like to look at it that way.

So what group of servants was I killing?

Well, a couple of renegade proxies and timberwolves.

One thing that is also debatable about me is that one could say that I help the fears by killing their renegade servants.

I don't really care who I kill or what side that person is on.

If it's a fear servant, I kill it, simple as that.