That same night, a visitor arrived at the old man's livestock yard. He was inhumanly tall — nearly two and a half meters — and cloaked in a hooded mantle that concealed his entire form.
They stood by the stables, the old man's face twisted in fear.
"W-why have you come now of all times?! I told you, today's the Hunter Inspection — they won't leave me alone just because you showed up…"
"Old man, stop rambling," the stranger said in a low, guttural voice. "Did you vaccinate your livestock with what we gave you?"
"Not yet. How could I, with all these inspections going on?! I told you, it's not that simple—"
"Shhh. Your animals are watching you. They're hungry."
The old man turned around. Every horse in the stable was staring straight at him, drooling heavily.
"H-how can that be… I already fed them."
