Stabbing sounds filled the clearing as blood covered the grass. Yowls of pain and anger traveled through the air. Then, the yowls stopped and then there was panting. Panting of an tired one, a victor with a short breath. They flicked blood off them and left the crime scene, to rot away. A brutal body layed, broken and scarred. They slowly walked back to camp, their eyes narrow and slit. They grunted into their den and rested peacefully. They slept, and they dreamt. They looked around to a black void, overwhelming their world. They were barely phased as they looked almost emotionless. ''Continue you this path...'' A voice crackled. ''And this void will be your forever home.''
He grunted and shooed the dream away, returning to their restful sleep.
The next morning the broken, brutal body was found with a wailing soul near it. The criminal looked at the bloody murder and walked away with their emotionless face.
