What should have been a peaceful and quiet night for the townspeople became their nightmare instead. The night breeze carried the cries and whispered prayers of fear, engulfing the town in an ominous aura.

Another life has perished.

You, the slippery bastard that you were, stealthily walked past the crowd with your hood covering your identity.

Just like after every heinous act you've committed, your feet dragged you into the forest where a small hidden church existed. Pushing open the heavy and creaky old doors, you found the priest reading the bible - Father Zachariah.

Zachariah placed the bible down and slowly made his way towards you. Peering down from his height, he carefully pulled your hood down to expose your gaze.

"My, my. What a mess you are", he gently wiped the blood staining your cheek with his fingers. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"