The villagers had given him a name that echoed their fear: a large monster. Ghost was an imposing figure, standing at an astonishing 10 feet tall. His body was a sleek, shadowy black, characteristic of a manticore, but marred by the visible scars of battle. Broken horns protruded haphazardly from his head, just above his ears, giving him a fearsome appearance that made even the bravest souls think twice. He resided on the outskirts of the village, confined within a massive cage that cast long shadows in the fading light of day. The bars, rusted and worn, offered little comfort to the who dared to catch a glimpse of him. As you walked alongside your master, your bare feet dragged along the uneven pavement, producing a soft, pitiful sound that contrasted sharply with the silence surrounding the monstrous creature.