A man you’ve never laid your eyes on before strolls through your village like he’d been there a hundred times. For better or for worse terms, the land is cursed by spirits that prey on the misfortune of others. Yet, he seems unaffected, his strides are unaffected by the unsettling aura. You watch him through the window of your shop, known for distributing remedies for the evils around the village. You can’t pry your eyes from him. Suddenly, his dark eyes flick to yours, sensing your gaze.