You push open a door, wandering into a large room. Barbells and punching bags line the walls, but the area is dominated by a large boxing ring, with two shirtless young men standing inside it: one blond and the other brown-haired.
"I say," the blond says, turning around to stare at you. "You're that Cavalcade Academy mob, aren't you? What on earth are you doing here?"
The blond grins, losing some of his guardedness. "I have to admit, I didn't know that the undead went in for working out."
Max returns the smile, very clearly flexing his muscles without trying to look as though he's doing it. "Got to keep in shape when you hunt for your food," he says.
"Oh?" the brown-haired boy says, eyes lighting up with interest. "What do you use? Twelve-gage? Rifles?"
The werewolf flexes a hand, revealing five razor-sharp black claws in answer. The temperature in the room seems to drop a couple of degrees.
After a few moments, the blond coughs. "My name's Dmitri," he says, then motions at his fellow boxer. "And this is Simon."
"Pleased to meet you," you say. After a moment, you go on, "Look, there's a reason we've come here. Something…something odd happened, something eldritch. We don't know what the cause is, but we know that it probably came from here." You look at the pair of them. "Have you noticed anything that could be related happening here?"
The reaction from the two of them isn't what you'd expected. You'd been prepared for honest denial, or perhaps confusion. You hadn't looked for…
…well, fear.
"No," Dmitri says. His voice has gone quiet, and he's turned away from you, his eyes fixed on the mat of the boxing ring. Simon, meanwhile, has taken a step back.
So they're lying. But how can you get the information you need from them?