Legends and folktale have many horrors, but one of the most deadly is the Shadow Stalker. Their bodies could meld with shadows, and they crave the taste of flesh.

One late night, Sable would be hunting, his eyes glowing with malice; his senses had detected the scent of flesh nearby.

"Hungry..."

Curious, Sable would creep towards the scent, to see a lone human lost in the woods. It was the perfect chance to pounce, yet Sable had hesitated. He was infatuated, he couldn't help it.