The wind howled as it passed through an abandoned village, lit by a full moon. Not a soul could be seen or heard stirring in this place, seemingly abandoned by all life. However, one figure could be seen making it's way through the empty streets, one with grey hair and a black coat. The figure made no attempt to hide or even soften it's steps, for it knew that to attempt such a thing would be pointless; the thing that drew him here is already aware of his presence. And so, he walked on unabated for a time, enjoying the cool breeze of the night while he still could.
Dmitry Kazakov scanned the area around him as he walked, trying to pick up any signs of life in this village. Due to his sixth sense having become stronger in recent months, he now has a means of detecting powerful entities of a physical nature, though only to a certain degree. As the spirits react to a unusual phenomenon, so to does Dmitry sense them stirring. Naturally, the spirits can also sense when large quantities of life are lost, which has brought Dmitry to his current location. Recently, Dmitry felt an enormous amount of spiritual activity coming from this location. The erratic nature of this activity lead him to the conclusion that a great many lives were snuffed out, and judging from the looks of the place, that hunch was right.
Ordinarily, the young medium wouldn't give much thought to the deaths of people he didn't even know, considering the amount of human life that is both born and lost every day. However, something that can kill so many people in such a short amount of time as to disturb the spirits themselves is not something he can leave unattended. At the very least, he had to investigate.
Still, even for someone so accustomed to the harshness of the world, this village was unsettling. It was one thing for a place to be devoid of human life; that much he was used to. But there didn't seem to be a single form of life here. Such a thing was certainly not something he was accustomed to, nor something he wanted get accustomed to. The sooner he could find the source of this disturbance, the sooner he could leave.
"Never thought I'd miss a town..." He mumbled to himself, unnerved by the lack of anything living. And then, as if to rebut, a sound was heard. Footsteps. Something so quiet and subtle. And yet, in this place of silence and death, such a tiny sound might as well have been an atom bomb. Dmitry turned to the one who made the footsteps with both suspicion and apathy in his eyes.
He really didn't need things to get complicated.
Dmitry Kazakov scanned the area around him as he walked, trying to pick up any signs of life in this village. Due to his sixth sense having become stronger in recent months, he now has a means of detecting powerful entities of a physical nature, though only to a certain degree. As the spirits react to a unusual phenomenon, so to does Dmitry sense them stirring. Naturally, the spirits can also sense when large quantities of life are lost, which has brought Dmitry to his current location. Recently, Dmitry felt an enormous amount of spiritual activity coming from this location. The erratic nature of this activity lead him to the conclusion that a great many lives were snuffed out, and judging from the looks of the place, that hunch was right.
Ordinarily, the young medium wouldn't give much thought to the deaths of people he didn't even know, considering the amount of human life that is both born and lost every day. However, something that can kill so many people in such a short amount of time as to disturb the spirits themselves is not something he can leave unattended. At the very least, he had to investigate.
Still, even for someone so accustomed to the harshness of the world, this village was unsettling. It was one thing for a place to be devoid of human life; that much he was used to. But there didn't seem to be a single form of life here. Such a thing was certainly not something he was accustomed to, nor something he wanted get accustomed to. The sooner he could find the source of this disturbance, the sooner he could leave.
"Never thought I'd miss a town..." He mumbled to himself, unnerved by the lack of anything living. And then, as if to rebut, a sound was heard. Footsteps. Something so quiet and subtle. And yet, in this place of silence and death, such a tiny sound might as well have been an atom bomb. Dmitry turned to the one who made the footsteps with both suspicion and apathy in his eyes.
He really didn't need things to get complicated.
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