My heart pounded furiously in my chest, surprised—petrified—to see the five children standing next to each other, each with a smile as eerie as the night sky. It was unusually darker than any other day, with the moon nowhere to be seen and the stars hiding behind the clouds.
They stared at me, unblinking, and I couldn't help but stagger backward. Their stares were so intense that I seemed to know what they were thinking in their heads—if they were thinking at all. The black mist hovering around them was enough to tell me that whatever was coming was not going to be good, and the knives in their hands were a dead giveaway.
I thought they were the same as the rest of the villagers, but how can they move? I haven't even burned the sigil! Did they let me in on purpose?
"I-I'm not a bad person," I said, not sounding very convincing as I held my knife towards them. "I'm only here to help you out," but I knew they were here for the exact opposite.
