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Kyle quickly closed the knife and put it in his pocket. "I'm sorry Krissy, my dad always told me to carry it if I'm going to be out late at night." Kyle felt a little bad that he had upset her. "Wait you know these guys." He had still not looked to see who was behind him. "I'll leave it in my pocket, you'll never see it again." He looked over to the guy he had seen earlier that night, "It's Alex correct. Ok I get that you must want to protect Krissy but stalking is not how you do it." He chuckled and then looked at the thing from the box. "That, you said it helps demons track people, so wouldn't it still be helping a demon track someone even though it is dead? Doesn't make sense to keep something that's entire purpose is to track people." Kyle grabbed his jacket and stood up. "I really sorry Krissy, maybe I should just go, I don't want to cause you any trouble and it seems these guys already know what you're going through." Kyle looked at the ground and started waling away, hoping she'd stop him.