If Sayomi looked hard enough, he would doubtlessly see the frame of a figure in the distance. It was blurry and unrefined, but it seemed to be heading in his direction. It was hard to say whether they were a random passerby or someone coming to finish the job.<br/><br/>Silas had noticed something off. Fresh foot and hoof prints in the dirt, stamped into the ground with crimson. It looked a little uncomfortably like blood and he'd found himself almost accidentally tracing them back to their origin. He could see a figure standing in the distance, but he wasn't sure what to make of it yet. Maybe the person was responsible for the mess. Maybe the person was a victim of it. He couldn't deny the curiosity. If he was lucky, he might catch a lead.