My mother at a young age had always told stories about the monsters lurking in the middle of the night, their shadowed figures would hunt innocent people for their own amusement as if their long lives were a bore at this point. They needed, no.. WANTED the thrill of a chase and piercing scream to quench their thrist for fun and chaos, she would tell me how our village had avoided these brutes for centuries, but is said after the passing of their old lord anew took the throne, alas no one knew of the creature what it is, and when it will strike. As nights pass and my younger self dreamt of such events all I could do is listen to my mother's warnings and stay home at night for I as well do not want to encounter such brutes in my life time.