The Hermit followed the vibrant thread of yarn through the dark tunnel in her pumpkin carriage.
She didn't know how long she had been descending when she arrived at a naturally formed cave.
The vibrant yarn ball had stopped here.
The swarm of mice and the pumpkin carriage vanished, and The Hermit floated down, her feet touching the ground.
She didn't need to remove her glasses to see the pools of pus-like blood on the ground, eroding the soil in the extreme darkness.
For a moment, The Hermit seemed to see a scene from the past: A blurry figure staggered towards the cave, each step leaving a splatter of pus-like blood that sizzled as it corroded the rocks and soil.
The Hermit weaved through the pools of blood and entered the cave, but it was empty. The trail of pus-like blood ended abruptly.
It was as if the figure had exhausted all its flesh and blood, leaving no trace, or had evaporated entirely.
He had vanished.
