Surprisingly, yes.

"Ẃ̷͜e͒͊ll̡͚͢,̷͉̆ a̾s͉͊̑ f͚̠ṳ̈̆n a͚̰͛s̢̉ t̓h̥a̻t͖̯͒ w̓͢a̭̚s̙,ͤ I͘ hͫͪa̟͌͟v̎͌e ö́t͓͖̿h_ȅ̖̬r̊ ṱ̩̐hi̡͓̥n͚g̲̎̕s̉ ţ̩̾o tá͊̿ke̘̎ͮ cͭ̓a̢ř͎eͭ of̲̊ͣ.͓͂̈.̓.̮̎͌ Tͫh́̿͂a͐nks̡ͭ̍ t̎̑oͥ y͍͂our l̉̉i͑_͡tt͚̔͂l̳̪ͥë o̴n̢l̩͠i̢ň̫͉e͑ eͦ̏sc̋ap̋à͎͡d̶ͣě̑͝.̝_̆ Se͚͌e yͩou̧͜ soỏ͎̤n̮, John."̷

With the last crackling syllable from your phone ending, the sensation of MalO's touch disappears - it's not like she let's go of you, the spectre's silken fur simply stops being pressed against you. And at the same time, you get back control of your body. Your aching, drained body. And with everything that's been going on, you'd love nothing more than to take a nap... if you weren't lying on the ground, sore from your fall and what MalO did to you.

So what you actually do is get up and make yourself a simple dinner before properly going to bed, wondering about what you will do. What you can do. And what MalO was talking about when she said 'they' knew. But even though you have plenty to keep you awake, exhaustion soon claims you. Not really surprising, after the day you had.

What wakes you the next morning is not your alarm, but a demanding knock on the door. Which repeats itself every few seconds. Someone definitely wants to speak with you. And this early in the morning, too... Groaning, you roll out of bed and put on your tracksuit, just so you don't open the door in your boxers. And you're glad you did, because you suddenly feel very underdressed standing in front of the lean, stony-faced man in a snazzy black suit and tie.

"Mr Doe?" After you grunt tiredly in confirmation and begin to mumble something barely coherent, your early visitor continues. "Agent Mallory, FBI. I am here to ask you some questions about your search activity yesterday. May I come in?"

For a few seconds, you just stare, adrenaline waking you up better than any coffee ever could. The FBI. Because of your searching for a solution to the MalO problem. Apparently. But why should an agency investigating mundane crimes be interested in a magical problem? If anything, you'd be expecting a visit from the FBI if you planned to solve the MalO conundrum by high explosives. Something's fishy here.

"On what grounds?" You yawn, covering your mouth with your hand with a bit of delay. "Am I under investigation or something?"

"Yes. We have reason to believe you have been affected by an entity that is influencing you and others you come in contact with. We need to secure the affected parties and the entity, contain the spread and protect the populace."

"Sooo... " The agent seems to know a lot more than you expected. Maybe the FBI does take care of supernatural bullshittery, after all. Which doesn't mean that it's a good idea to just let the agent in. "What I'm picking up here is that I'm a victim, not a perpetrator?"

"Essentially, yes." Still not moving a muscle in his face, Agent Mallory crosses his arms and stares at you. "Although your culpability in causing this situation in the first place needs to be determined."

"Uh." That sounds less than great. Yes, you feel bad about the girls you affected, but all you did was download an app! "Okay, erm, what's... what are we gonna do?"

"Well, for starters, I would like to speak with you. Privately." Eyes glancing behind you meaningfully, Agent Mallory almost smiles at you. Well, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. "I am not here to arrest anyone. I just need to determine who is involved."

"Okay..." That seems harmless enough. Hopefully. "Come on in, then. Coffee?"

"Yes, thank you. Black." Figures. Hard-ass agent, no frills coffee. As you start up the coffee machine to prepare two mugs, Agent Mallory sits down at the dinner table and looks at you with his disconcertingly pale, blue eyes. Where they this color before...? "Alright, Mr Doe. Why don't you tell me everything, right from the beginning."

So you do as the two of you drink the coffee you prepared. About the app you downloaded. How it seemed to disappear. The images and messages you started receiving. How you tried to ignore them, and how things slowly escalated. Agent Mallory nods along knowingly, until you get to the part were MalO began her mad dash for your apartment that ended with her fucking your brains out. When he hears that, he becomes much more alert.

"So you say the entity... broke the sequence of her pictures and went after you directly?" Looking thoughtfully, Agent Mallory takes another sip of coffee. "That is unusual. Highly so. But that is not the whole story, right, Mr Doe? Not yet."

"No," you admit, and continue where you left off, recounting what happened after you left the house the first time after MalO's visit. About Lana in the bus, Nurse Kirstie in the hospital, Adriana in the esoteric store, Agent Mallory taking notes all the while. When you're done, you look at him questioningly. "That's all I can tell you. What happens now?"

"Now, Mr Doe, I'm afraid I have to order you to quarantine. We can't have this spread any further." Standing up, Agent Mallory drinks the last of his coffee. "Please understand that this is mandatory. You will be prosecuted for endangerment of the public if you leave your apartment before I lift the quarantine order. Am I understood?"

"I... uhm..." That is unexpected. But reasonable, you guess. You went out once after MalO got her claws into you and... infected three women. Not exactly ideal. "I understand. How long do you think it will take?"

"I will take the appropriate care in my investigation - first, I will talk with the three women you had contact with. I will return once I am done to update you."

"I..." Without waiting for your response, Agent Mallory leaves your apartment, leaving you to stare at the door as it closes behind him.

Interpersonal skills are apparently not needed for an agent of the FBI. Well, nothing to do but watch shows all day, then.