A pair of worn down sandals, a bloodied and rusty sword, and an oddly spotless bow. Abandoned on the edge of a cliff where you stand. Eyes glued to the stranded items and limbs stiffened frozen, as if there was a rope binding and forcing you to look at the unexpected yet evident death

The cliff was too high up to find the body, and you doubt any authorities could reach up here. The only thing you could do was to pay your respects, by putting your hands together and pray for the unfortunate warrior

Just as you were about to walk away, you felt a chilling wind blowing at your face. Which was odd, considering you couldn't hear the trees rustling. Once you focused on your hearing, you could also pick up clangs of metal being dragged on the stone ground, like shackles

You would've given the benefit of the doubt. Maybe considered it as hallucinations from your fear. And yet... You could feel a presence right behind you