What sort of things couldn't go out after sunrise? Vampires came to mind... However, the things Shudder talked about and the way he acted didn't track with common folklore about vampire. Then again, Emily had very little experience with the supernatural. Max didn't act like a typical werewolf, so would she recognize a vampire if she saw one?
But if he wasn't a vampire, was he a ghost? Some other undead? She didn't have enough information to draw any satisfying conclusions, so she left it be, but a gentle shiver of adrenaline went down her spine, especially when the tall man started to curl in on himself, seemingly in pain. Concern flit across her face, but at the same time, she ran her thumb across her rings. Fortunately, he seemed to recover.
“Right. About eight hours from now. We won't have everything together before then,” she informed him. She inclined her head, lifting an eyebrow. “What happens at sunrise?”