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The building was still standing there when he’d gone back the next day, the island fog thick yet thankfully drier than yesterday. No rain either, just a bit of mud lingering on the paths and the occasional puddle lined the way to his destination. The day before he’d gone back when the rain had let up, getting back to the dorms still soaked, emotions a bit muddled. The photos of the past hunters drew up his curiosity like no other. Did anyone else know about them? Why had they just been abandoned like that, didn’t any of the other hunters want photos of their past? Of friends? Or maybe of those who’d fallen? The desk of photos was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma.

Or it was just kind of ******** creepy. By the time he was undressed and ready for bed, he was thinking it was a balanced mix. At dinner he’d debated telling other but what good would that do? Not much, and given the condition of the place it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to tell a bunch of other trainees and have them going over and possibly ruining ‘ALL THE THINGS’. Not that he wouldn’t but too many cooks in a kitchen ruined the pot? Something along those lines. Dis nagged him that if he was so cautious that he should just go camp out there and hey, get a cold while he was at it.

Dis was then taken off and thrown into the wall.

Next morning’s chill faded quickly enough, and Marcus was putting on his coat going back to town under the pretense he was still clearing rubble. Which would be true in a way. He’d managed to hunt down a folder, to perhaps carry a few photos back with him and ask one of the senior hunters about those in said photos. Who knew, maybe one of them he might gleen some info about. Hell, maybe he could learn about the moon division leader if they were in any of the photos. It was just a curiosity, fueled by the simple fact that the photos seemed- odd. Who took a bunch of candid photos like that and then just up and leave them there? It was a strange thing. Hobbies are not usually dropped like that.

Not unless they are common sense.
Are you going to be a d**k to me for all that s**t that happened? Really?
I dunno are you going to keep ignoring me?
When you say stupid s**t yes, yes I am
Why can’t we go back to the good old days?
You mean the days where you harassed me to grab guy’s asses?
Yes.
I dunno, guess you answered your own question then didn’t you?
So cold.
Damn right I am.

Dis grumbled in his mind as Marcus shoved the door open, it giving way much more smoothly than the day before. Dust has shifted slightly from his intrusion but everything seemed to be fine as he made his way to the back room. Pulling out a cloth, he began to dust off various image, making note of each one, placing them neatly into the folder he’d brought with him. What was their story? Were they still on the island or were they on missions? Hell, were they even alive still? The photos were all over ten years old, and Marcus didn’t recognize any of the faces in them.

It took a while but soon, the folder was hitting full with photos, and it looked like Marcus would need to be making a second, if not a possible third trip. At least get the photos in a safer place than an run down building. Turning to make his exit, he noticed what he’d not the day before. A wall covered by a curtain. In the dark it must have simply looked like another wall, but in the light- Pulling the ragged cloth away a dust cloud blew into the air, and he coughed, turning away as it settled.

Looking back to what it was hiding even Dis couldn’t help but mutter an ‘Oh Dayum.’
A wall, covered in photos of hunters. Smiling, laughing, serious, calm, relaxed, angry, joval. Each photo was clear and offered something distinctly human. What was most interesting was the large photo in the center. It was a group shot, Hunters smiling, some not… smiling. It was group image. A bunch of hunters, standing in what looked to be the alley of some city building.

Two faces immediately got Marcus’s attention. One was unmistakable. After all, what guy had hair like that and a bitchface like that? He was definitely younger, which was strange given how scared many trainees were of him. The other man was also easy to identify. The scar, the smirk, he was no doubt the same man. Pulling the photo of the wall, Marcus tucked it into the folder. He’d have to show them.