The Return Of A Nightmare

[PajosFTW 18]

In the darkened streets of a sleeping Oren, a shadowed figure drags an unconscious man into the alleyways of the slums, leaving a trail of slick blood behind him. He pauses, drawing his thick, monk-like black robes tighter about his thin frame, and pulling the hood a bit a lower over his gaunt cheekbones and shadowed eyes. As a noise echoes from down the street, he turns, startled, his fingers drumming and tapping a fast beat as he jerks his head around, but there is nothing there. Slowly, he calms somewhat, and grabs the unconscious victim once more, dragging him out of sight...and out of the mind of the city. No one will miss a single peasant.

 

Or two.

 

Or three...

 

Or four...