<div style="text-align: justify;">Somewhere in England, 1887.<br/><br/>That place was just like any other. Mostly travelers came by, spent the night, and then went on in their way never to come back. That's what Ellinor hoped would happen for her as well. The last thing she wanted was to spend too much time where they were. The fact that it was a tiny house in the middle of nowhere didn't bother her that much. She'd slept in worse places, both traveling with her father for his pastoral duties and in her current profession. What bothered her was exactly why she was here.<br/><br/>The small town they were near wasn't too bad. The place looked nice enough to an outsider's eyes. Small homes, large families, nice people. If they weren't there on a mission, Ellinor would have loved the town. But they were, and there was nothing lovely about it. Some sort of creature was making the rounds and killing cattle, which was serious enough. But it had started setting its sights on something even worse now - infants. The simple idea was making her skin crawl, especially because Ellinor had no idea what it was yet.<br/><br/>Was it some insane human sacrificing animals and children to some demonic entity? Was it something actually supernatural? Was it a simple wild animal that had made its way in unnoticed? Highly unlikely, but it had to be considered. <br/><br/>After taking a long sip of the beverage in her hands, the woman sighed and looked across the small table. "What do you think it is? I'm torn here. I'm seriously hoping this is not someone actually doing this... I can stomach a beast killing infants. Not sure about an actual human doing it for whatever purpose."</div>