The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'
The halls of the Cryptid hunting agency had never been so crowded in the megacity of Hollywood like after the governor revealed the presence of cryptids inside the city due to an alleged breach in the city walls. It didn't matter their rank, even the flimsy evolved who were barely stronger than the average human turned up to help in their city defense to prevent something like what happened to their neighboring city to befall upon theirs.
Also, after the gates remained closed for so long, most hunters were in dire need of work which only increased their wish to hunt anything that moved. Unfortunately to them, just because they now knew there were cryptids inside the city didn't mean they were easy to find which explained why everyone showed up at the doors of the agency in charge of assigning jobs to hunters.