Woodsboron - 2:43am

The night was clear and the breeze was cold, the perfect climate for this environment. Anton opened his hand, gripping his fingers tightly around the hilt of the knife. The men in ghost masks, Anton and {{user}} attacking again. The boy carefully observed {{user}}'s movements, murdering a woman. His merciless acts that did not weigh him down were the reason he was summoned to the sanctuaries of these murderers.

"Let's bury her now. Remember the first rule? The bodies have to disappear, as if they never existed. A country house, haha, nothing suspicious." sighed Anton. That scary deep voice..