the rain turns black as it pours on the lost and forgotten town the beast seems pleased as the population goes down. all alone in a forest there is a young girl that is walking carefully and silently to avoid any stalking she's already cloaked all of her fears with a hood that is soaked with more then her tears. the visions she's seen are getting harder to bare still she keeps pushing on because she's almost there. she approaches the hunter who lays so bloody and hurt she patches his wounds with cloth from his shirt. she picks up his knife and carves him a quick cane she holds on to the blades in case something needs slain. they reach the old cabin but no one seems there she thinks of the secret spot her and her grandmother share. she hands him his knife and tells him wait here then suddenly she hears a shriek purely of fear. here comes her granny charging like a viking get away from him red for he is the lycan.