Monster Hunter World is a bit wild

The head of the thing rolled over the floor. "The hell was that thing?" exclaimed Jmolius. The Time Wizard poked at the little thing. The light absorbing mass slowly crawled back, revealing an elderly woman's body. Adorning her body were small burns, a giant gash down the center of her chest and bullet holes through their legs. The deep cut down her chest wept with little blood--as though all of it were already drained. The waitress gasped. "Oh no, Nonna--she'd gone missing this morning but--I. Oh." She collapsed into a chair that'd miraculously stayed upright. Tears welled up in her eyes. The Time Wizard looked around at his bar. Tables upturned, chairs broken, bottles smashed. Only the odour of blood remained in the air now. He turned to the two scavengers. "Seen anything like this out there, fellas?" They nodded. The older stroked their mess of a beard. "Seen something like it. Moved just an unnaturally and could hardly see it save for the mess it made. A good shotgun shell put it down though. Never inspected it, though." The Time Wizard looked back down at the decapitated woman. "It sees me." he murmured. "What sees you?" asked Jmolius. The Time Wizard dragged a hand over his face. "I-I don't know. Something. Let's just clean up." A moment later came the Citizen's Militia. A policeman, swollen in his cheeks with an alcohol buzz, took a few statements. His partner, skinny and swift like a sort of insect, took care of the body wordlessly. The questioning was easy. During the fight, the militia had already been questioning the panicked about the commotion. The Time Wizard, Jmolius, Liz the Waitress and the two scavengers had their names clear before the militia needed to intervene. The night passed, and The Time Wizard found himself on a walk. He locked the bar, seeing as the only thing to do with it now was wait for builders to and craftspersons to construct for him the replacement furniture. The alcohol was a shame, thought the Time Wizard. Did I ever get it insured? He couldn't really remember. His memories were still organising themselves chronologically in his head. The Junction used to be a hub for travellers before war and time silenced the trains. Humanity and its mutants persevered and built themselves a township around and above the central station, tucked into a valley beneath the shadow of Saul's mountain, a great monument of earth split in two. On one side of this mountain was an unnatural circular cutout. Between the sides of the gorge that split the mountain was The Junction. 26 tunnels bore into this mountain, each exiting at the foundational buldings of this township. The Junction itself was a sort of network of scaffolding and architectural mortification. Houses were built on top of the old central station, and houses were build on top of that. Then, when you couldn't build anymore, they built pontoons on the lake the mountain stream flowed into. And there, they built houses on top of houses until it could float no more. In this process, not one person conceived the idea that a building could contain more than one domicile. The founders of The Junction respected the ancient transport network--the tunnels were rather convenient, even if they hadn't an idea how to get the trains running again. This proved lucky, since The Time Wizard could take some solace in the empty halls filled with silent ticket machines and long dead locomotives. Somewhere between platforms 23 and 24 was a bench. It felt brighter than the other benches to The Time Wizard. He sat on it, tapped on his breast pocket and found a tin of cigarettes. He had one left. "None for me?" asked Jmolius, who stepped silently out of the deep shadows. He'd been waiting. "you never smoked anyway," said The Time Wizard. He drew up some power into a thumb and produced a tiny flame, then ignited the end of the cigarette. With another command of power, a small ball of light manifested about a single pace in front of The Time Wizard. They let the silence pass their time for a while. The Time Wizard got to the end of the cigarette, and at this time, Jmolius asked the question he mulled over for the last few hours. "What saw you?" The Time Wizard held the bare filter, embossed by the last few flakes of ashen tobacco, and then bore a strong blue flame in his palm. The cigarette evaporated and he clapped the dust away. "I don't know. It was a thought I had." "What do you mean?" "My head is full of--shit, I guess. I'm having a lot of trouble thinking. I'm hearing me saying things to me that I don't know that I know. I only know that I'm The Time Wizard." Jmolius brooded, then approached him. "Do you think we're in danger?" The Time Wizard nodded. Jmolius returned the nod. "I-I can't be certain, but I think more of those things are gonna come for me. I-" A train arrived at platform 24.