He felt tired. He was smoking from his pipe while sitting on his chair noting today's events in his journal and listening to the rain. It was a long day spent patroling the forest in hoping of finding any clues regarding the missing persons. It was the fourth person this month, and his patience was running thin. This time it was a young girl. Fifteen years. The only pattern there seemed to be, is that the victims are girls under 20 years. She disappeared 3 days ago while washing clothes at the river. There was no signs of fighting, or struggle, or anything to be honest. It's like she just disaapeard off the face of the earth. He had spoken with the girl's father yesterday morning. It was heart wrenching listening to the poor father listing places she could be, hoping to find his little girl alive and well, unlike the other v