People don’t know what you are—human or monster—but you look threatening, so they run. And you herd them into the forest. Deep enough that they can’t find their way back out. You created a bank of sinister markings on the trees to deter them from walking in the right direction. Then you leave them out there. Lost. It’s just a matter of time until they die from natural causes.” “No blood on my hands.” Decker
