*Flashback*
A twig crunched under her foot, startling her. She gulped, her heart racing crazily as she slowly made her way towards the dark mountains in front of her. It was past midnight and the whole village was immersed in a deep sleep. Not a single soul was in sight. The girl was trying not to be scared but it was hard to keep up a brave front.
It was rumored that the mountains were haunted by a demon which killed people on sight. The demon was a hideous one with several heads and a menacing aura which would freeze anyone on sight. Whoever tried to kill it, ended up dead themselves. When the night was silent and dark, the demon would prowl the mountains to look for prey.
"It feeds on human blood," one of the villagers had told her that morning. "The monster in the mountains will kill us all if he does not get to drink blood for one night!"
