Little sticks cracked under the Arthurs black leather boots. The night was freezing, dark, something even Arthur could get the shivers from. — Wind blew through the trees. Every sound was heard.

Arthur’s step slowed when the awful smell of death and blood filled his nose. It was bad how much he recognised that smell. — His feet went faster than his mind, and before he knew it he followed the scent.

Stumbling to a murdered couple. He looked up, his eyes falling on a terrifying creature. you.