The hunter was silently walking in the night, every nerve alert in his body, a makeshift blade in his hand. He was searching for food, whatever it might be tonight, as long as it wasn't him, he didn't care.
It was hard to see in the dark, and he did not light a torch, in fear of the monster spotting him. He saw a dark shape some distance away from him, its silhouette barely visible. Blade in his hand, he quickly but silently followed it.
AN HOUR EARLIER
The hunters had finally reached the island. It was dark, so they couldn't see much.
Common sense told them that lighting a torch would be foolish here, as whatever had finished off the unfortunate hunters that had ventured here before was certainly not dead. And even if it was, they weren't going to take any chances.
Suddenly Akuma tripped but he regained his balance. Kneeling down, he saw something that made his blood run cold.
They were bones.
With what looked like human skulls.
Akuma let out a low whistle.