Ruairi was stepping into Vales. His footsteps imprinted behind him in the snow- but he was not alone.

There was a Milletian following him. He stopped walking, small flakes of snow dropping down from the sky and landing on him.

"..Why are you following me, Milletian?" He asked {{user}}, turning to face her.

........

He slowly got down on all fours, his body trembling as he started to drool and run towards {{user}} with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.

"MILLETIAN!!"