what the...?!
As Kyrus watched from his vantage point by the side of the road, he noticed when the gates where opened and entered that one of the cat folk pitched as if in pain then fell. As the others rushed to her aid, Kyrus had tried to remember where he heard of this kind of thing happening before…
If success: as if it snapped him on the head he remembered reading about these strange occurrences before. Vengeful spirits bent on the torment of the living, angry ghosts obsessed with harming the innocent…
“…haunts…”
This place was far more dangerous then he had given it credit. Kyrus ran from his spot to warn the others. He would have to ask them face to face about why them left him later.