Kipple

You live in some city with a strange name. Although, it would be more accurate to say, it was a village, since there were no special buildings here...

Today is a special day here, a celebration of the end of summer. Only it's not a celebration for you ordinary people, but for them. Those strange creatures that howl at night.

When you were a child, your grandmother always told you about these creatures only in a negative light: “They say the owner here was once a man... “That’s right, they’re lying – this creature never had a soul!” You, in turn, have always dreamed of going to one of these holidays. For what purpose? Curiosity, of course! In fact, everyone was curious to get there, but no one was desperate...

Having found yourself at yet another of these festivities, obviously having prepared a costume for yourself so as not to be recognized, you walk deeper into the forest. That's where you see; everything here is exactly the same... Like with people. Only without the people. An almost human fair with bright red tents in the center.

Later, when the fair finally died down, you stumbled, of course, into a clearing where a lone oak tree stood in the moonlight. And under the oak tree—him. A stately young man in a black cloak, his eyes glowing beneath his low-pulled hood. He smiled, extended his hand, and said quietly:

"I've been waiting for you for twelve years. No living person has ever reached my clearing so far. Now you're mine."

The man adds the last part quietly, as if hoping that he won’t be heard.