Strangely enough, the ravens started gathering around a nearby school, a small building surrounded by big trees. There were so many of them gathered on the trees that it was impossible to see the leaves; only the ominous black shapes of ravens.

They were waiting for something, but I wasn't sure what since we were already an easy prey. It was as if they were waiting for the right moment to attack, to cause maximum damage.

I couldn't stand the waiting, especially having in mind that they stopped shrieking and there was just this eerie silence that fell upon us. It was too quiet and that was somehow worse than the ear-piercing noise - it was unnerving, and we were all on edge, waiting to see what would happen next.

As we were all waiting for something to happen, transfixed by the sheer number of ravens - not to mention not being able to comprehend that those were all different demons we were facing, a man started to approach me.

I took him to be one of the villagers, but he seemed somehow familiar, like someone who I have seen long ago for a moment and didn't have a chance to memorize his face.

As he came closer, I could feel a strange tingling feeling in my hands that I couldn't really understand. It was as if my body had a very strange reaction to this person who seemed to be just a regular guy.

When he was close enough to see his eyes, warning bells started ringing in the depths of my mind. There was something very wrong there, I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew I was in danger.

That feeling came from such a distant part of my mind that I thought it was just a fear-induced overreaction. How could I of all people dismiss a gut feeling? I am not sure, but I did.

Assuming he was just a frightened villager, I asked him if the secret weapon was ready.

"Do you really think any mortal weapons can hurt us!? That you, lowly humans, can cause us any harm!? Muahahahaha," he said laughing maniacally.

I was confused by what he said and didn't know how to respond. At first, I thought that the man had just gone crazy from fear, but suddenly it hit me.

I knew those eyes; oh, I knew them all too well, even if they were masked in some way. I still remembered.

How can one forget one's worst day of life, the day that was the sole cause of all of my nightmares, all of my terrors.