Kieran stood up, the hooded man flashing in his mind. He knew there was something about the man, but his scent was making it hard for me to tell what he really is. He can't just name it because the man's scent is disorienting.
"So that's how all the other bodies disappeared?" He heard behind him and turned to the young boys communicating.
"The other ones?" he asked, bringing their attention to him.
Cameron nodded. "Yes. On Blood Moon Night, we were attacked by a lot of rogues that looked like them, but they were younger, about our age. But this morning, when we finally decided to clear the bodies, we noticed they were missing. The only difference is that these ones disappeared faster than the other ones." Cameron frowned when he was done, wondering why he was explaining to the man.
"I see," Kieran nodded, "so he practices black magic."
"What?" Cameron turned to him sharply, "Who practices black magic?"
