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My name is Carlos Gutierrez. My mother was originally from Germany. Amy
Bouhler, her real name was. Her father — my grandfather — was an S.S. officer
in World War II. She never forgave him for it. First chance she got, my mom im-
migrated to the States, changed her last name to Looper, fell in love with my dad,
and had me.

I didn’t find out who my grandfather was until I was in grad school working on
my master’s degree in anthropology. This really nice lady tracked me down, showed
me a bunch of old photos and my mom’s birth certificate, then handed me a card.
Said if I ever wanted to atone for what my grandfather did, I should call the num-
ber. The Loyalists of Thule were good people, she said. Might give me a purpose in
life, she said. Anthropologists don’t make a lot of money.

I called Germany a few days later.

Don’t know why I’m thinking about all this shit now, but that’s how this whole
NOTES for my grandfather. I joined because we had a mission. What could I do to stop the
Vigil thing started. I wasn’t a conspiracy nut. Wasn’t afraid of the dark, either.
Well, not then anyway. Meeting Mags, hanging out with Jesse, all those late
nights at the coffee shop with Samar and Eloy... At first, it wasn’t about atoning

forces of evil, anyway? Catalogue a vamp’s inhumanity for academia’s sake?

I’m just some guy who’s seen too much. Bad listener, too. Hell, for all I know,
the Loyalists of Thule isn’t really where I’m supposed to be. The Null Mysteries tried
to recruit me, too. But none of that matters now because Mags was right: Jesse’s
dead. Samar is god-knows-where. Eloy? The cops said it was suicide. And now
Mags is missing, too.

We crossed paths with some malignant force, a new monster we’ve never seen
before. Not sure when or why or how. It’s intelligent, sure, but I’ve already ruled out
the usual suspects: hauntings, serial killers, vamps, werebeasts. I have no idea how
old this creature is, or if it shits, sleeps, eats...

There is one thing I do know: I am not going to wait for it to kill me. I may not
understand what the fuck is going on, but goddammit I’m a hunter.