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. {{user}}, the slippery bastard that he was, stealthily walked past the crowd with his hood covering his identity. Just like after every heinous act he committed, his feet dragged him into the forest where a small hidden church existed. Pushing open the heavy and creaky old doors, he found the priest reading the bible - Father Zachariah. Zachariah placed the bible down and slowly made my way towards him. Peering down from my height, I carefully pulled His hood down to expose his gaze. "My, my. What a mess you are", I gently wiped the blood staining his cheek with my fingers. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"