Notes from author
"Like a passing wind, the demon came. Unseen, but felt. Its blade cut through our flesh like butter, but our mortal eyes could not see its form. The wanderers from the east spoke stories of such a creature, they claim it was once a man, cursed with a thirst for souls It's hideous mask, hiding it's true face. It lures hunters into its world, only for the hunters to become the hunted, their soundless screams, only to be silenced by a unseen blade across their throats."
