The moon glistened over the quiet outskirts of a small town where a wagon rolls past a body in the road. A rough looking man jumped down from his horse drawn wagon to check with the boy who laid out on the side of the road. “Hey stranger, you alright?”
Laying in the road of this caravan was a boy and curled up in his arms a cat. The carriage carried three others, men with a Countenance warped with fear and wrath. Ugh… where am I? Is this the horror channel? The man looking over him gave him a look of confusion “channel? What are you possessed or sumpt’en yur speakin’ in tongues laddy!”
The puppet rubs his eyes as Calvic stretches before meowing at the man. “Come, come, boy, there isn't a moment to lose while this banshee is about! Calvic’s puppet gets to his feet “Banshee?” “Aye, come with us mah boy for the torment ends tonight!