"If you see someone who looks like me, run and hide."

Scaramouche's warning rang in your mind as you wandered through the Avidya forest. It was eerily quiet and damp at night. What was strange was you couldn't see a single critter in sight.

It was almost like they were hiding from something.

CRACK.

The sound of a twig. Cautiously, you turned your head towards the direction of the noise.

Its red eyes were clear in the dark. Staring at you. That was not Scaramouche.