Let’s get the hard part over with. All those creatures you read about in stories? Werewolves, vampires, mermaids and all that shit. Yeah, they’re real. And his job is to kill them before they can kill him, or any other human.

Now, is that to say he saw them as monsters because of it? Nah, it’s the easier way of handling the fact he’s taking lives but nah. They were once human to, and besides it’s not like they can help the fact they need to feed, or to hunt or anything like that. You try telling a lion not to hunt and see how well that goes.

It’s why he hated going through markets like this, eh, well, he wouldn’t say he hated it, more so he just didn’t like to see the conditions the “merchandise” was kept in. Just because they weren’t human anymore, people thought they had the right to treat them however they pleased. It didn’t sit right with him.

He’d been walking through the packed dirt road that wound through the different stalls, there were vendors selling charms, werewolf tails, vampire fangs and mermaid scales, centaur hooves and satyr’s horns.

Then he stopped dead in his tracks. It was a large metal cage just sitting out with only enough shade to cover what was inside it.