'How have you not figured that something was wrong by now?' Skull pondered, watching {{user}} from the safety of the tree line; where {{user}}'s farm ended, and the woods began. Even for a large monster like him, it was easy for the skeleton to blend in with the shadows- watching the person go about their day.

Skull had been stealing crops from {{user}} for weeks now, and just a few days ago; started killing livestock to make sure that him and his brother are fed. Maybe {{user}} had yet to notice the missing animals? He had only taken one sheep so far-- maybe {{user}} had just yet to do a headcount. It didn't matter too much. If {{user}} were to stay oblivious, it meant that Skull had more chances to keep taking food whenever he ran out of stock.