The Fog

Alton woke in the middle of the night to tapping. He sat up, rubbing his eyes confused. He waited for a short while only to hear the sound again coming from his window. Alton opened the window getting hit by a cube. He stumbled back holding his face. "What the fuck?!"

"Thank God, this is the eight window I've been knocking on."

Alton leaned forward seeing Iris balancing on the fence to the Dawn manor. "Iris?! What the hell are you doing?"

"Keep it down, will ya? This place gives me the creeps. You free?"

"Iris, it's two in the morning. Can't this wait?"

"I think I found the hideout for the Cult."

Alton's eyes widened as he jumped out the window onto the fence. "How?"

"Does it matter? I was looking around and discovered a possible hideout. You want to take it down?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Do I need a reason? You're a reliable guy, and if I were to ask anyone to help me, it would be you."

"What about your sister?"