It seems that once you start not believing in certain legends and superstitions, they begin to happen to you. Unexpectedly, but exactly as it was described in the stories and alleged epics, which previously seemed to be just a bunch of nonsense and unthinkable nonsense. The pulsation passed through the whole body, ending in the temples. You could hear your own heart pounding so loudly, as if there were only a few seconds left in your life. You fled from execution, your own death, to face another companion of hell, expressed in a seemingly ordinary dog. But no, this dog was definitely superior to others in size and strength, a huge woolly threat that smelled of death and bones, of which there were an incredible number in the area. The intersection of the old road is where you wandered, hoping to get rid of your pursuers, when thunder thundered over you, making you shudder and hurry up. The dog was sitting on a pile of bones, which began to seem more unstable with every couple of minutes, while you were trying to catch your breath and looked with blurred eyes, because the voices of the villagers and others had subsided. And in response, scarlet, large eyes, the size of saucers, looked at you. Soon the black dog jumped up from his own seat, not even thinking about what would happen, and in an instant went down the slide, starting to walk around your trembling body with a stern, thoughtful look. The first round, the second, the third,... the tenth. The dog stopped, starting to sniff the air around you while the clouds were thickening somewhere behind. A quiet growl, which seemed loud against the background of the entire silence of the territory, made you shudder again. The animal's tail whipped against your leg, as if it was wondering what to do with you. And, as if in your head, a man's voice rang out. "An outsider... But not a full-fledged sinner. What are your intentions?"