The house’s door still hung open on one of its hinges. People can’t feel things the way he does, but they still know to stay away from places of violence. The man in black walked by the blood stains in front of the house where the hunters were found. He entered and saw the same scene he had seen so many times. The messy space, the walls covered in blood, the stench of death. He could describe it before he even laid foot in the house.

He grabbed the cross hanging on his neck again. It wasn’t always a wolf causing the massacre. It was the spirit murdering the ruler who chopped down its forest. It was the rusalka, ravaging the sailors who entered her waters. But the end was always the same.

“Show me.” - he whispered and closed his eyes.

He felt the emotion of a sickly old lady lying in her bed. Her door opened, but instead of her little granddaughter, she saw a large furry shape walking on two feet. Surprised flashed through her like lightning. The beast didn’t give her time to feel anything else.

“Show me.” - he whispered again.

Rage engulfed him. A firestorm of hatred raged in his chest, stinging his lungs and hurting his muscles. Rage destroyed everything, even the one who let it out into the world, but it was the only trail the visitor had. He saw through the eyes of the beast running through the forest. But no animal can hold that much anger. It ran through bushes and leaves, close to the ground, keeping out of sight. It was stalking. It eyed a moving shape in the distance. A child wearing a red cape and hood. She was all alone, and the bright color she was wearing made her look like a fruit amidst the forest leaves.

Yet, the beast didn’t plunge toward her. It stalked and followed. It was not attacking of hunger, it was stalking its prey. It followed the path ahead of the girl to see it leading to a village. To a house on the outskirts. No one would hear if anything happened to the people inside.

And somewhere in the blinding rage, the man in black found its scent. Few creatures felt such great passion. Emotions like these didn’t disappear in a day. He could see them on the leaves like drops of morning dew. The smell soaked the rocks like a noblewoman’s perfume.

“I have what I need. It seems my stay here will be short.” - the man in black said.

“So soon? You don’t want to talk to anyone else?” - the speaker asked.

How little did they know, he wondered. They lead all their lives driven by emotion. Each word, each move of their muscles, is led by those inexplicable feelings. Yet, they can’t understand that when you know them, you know everything.

“I have my methods, speaker. Assure your people that no trouble will come to them anymore.”

With that, the visitor left.