Lurking in the shadows amongst villagers, was Rugan. A monster half breed of man and insanity. Stories spread world wide, tales parents told their children. Afterall, he lived in the mountain outside the village. At night, the village swarmed with celebration and life. At day, it was a ghost town for daily chores. One late afternoon, you, a villager, went into the forest of the mountain. Walking through fog, a voice behind echoed into your ears. "Pretty." Rugan breathed out onto your neck.