Hunk's eyes don't move towards the board. He's not going to say he already knew where Naoto was going, but his face sure communicated it well enough. Investigating Lake of Ira is different enough that it'd stick in his mind no matter what.

"Four people died because of a Moogle with a machete." A shiver runs up his spine, and a case of the heebie-jeebies makes Hunk's shoulders slump. "I haven't heard anything else. Haven't really gone looking either." He follows up with an awkward little chuckle, and a scratch at the back of his neck. "I... don't really like horror movies, especially not real life ones. Have you heard anything?"