There’s a man living just outside your village.

He’s some kind of cat hybrid, but he’s off. He isn’t built like the other cats you know, with thick limbs and wide faces. He’s stretched tall and thin, bony hands- not paws- swallowed by his impossibly large sweater.

He doesn’t talk more than he has to. He doesn’t look anyone in the eyes. He comes to your markets to trade, then disappears to his tower across the river. Everyone in the village calls him Haunt, the way he lurks around.

You swear you’ve seen him die before. Seen him fall down and not get back up, only for the body to vanish as soon as you take your eyes off him.