"I can't find Kyle."
"Maybe he wandered off to take a piss."
"He's been gone for half an hour, dude."
"...alright. Grab the flashlight in the tent, we'll go look for him."

(I think they found him.)

Commission for Fabelwesen, a long-tongued eat-people-whole-and-then-suck-out-their-emotions type of demon!
Or as my husband calls it, a dog that's been dead for three days and got possessed.