Nighttime. Aurora received a message from her son and left the room. When she stepped out, the thought of preparing food for her son came to her mind. Although she appeared calm in front of her son, the opposite was true. After taking a deep breath to calm herself, she made her way back to her room.

She couldn’t sleep that night. Remembering the words that Hans had said, she thought that Attu shouldn’t go outside in this condition. Nevertheless, she entered her son’s room to check on him. Looking around the room and seeing that Attu was not there, she began to search for him. Arriving in the middle of the house, she held her face with her hands and placed her index fingers in front of her ears, saying, “The sound of a thousand whispers of tranquility.” At that moment, she began to hear the sounds more clearly, as if her mind was separating from her body and trying to escape it. Aurora was one of the few espers among the people. Standing inside her home, she could see what was happening outside using this ability. Aurora searched for her first son and eventually found him.

As she heard voices and images formed in her mind, she came to her son, seeing the fear on his face, and turned her gaze towards the village where he stood. There, she saw a demon killing the villagers, while dogs were devouring their corpses. Aurora was horrified. With all her might, she ran towards Attu, grabbing his hand and fleeing. Aurora's ability was still at work. As they ran, she heard the demon whistle, with the dogs chasing behind them. A thought crossed Aurora’s mind: she could escape by jumping into the river. Holding Attu’s hand and running for her life, she realized that the approaching dogs were getting closer. She began to plead with God:

-Just a little more, please, my Lord! Just a little bit left, Attu is only a few steps away...

Crying as she saw that they were so close to the river, she turned to look at Attu. She did not notice the demon that had appeared behind them, while the dogs were getting closer and closer. The demon was still far away, but seeing it preparing to throw a spear, Aurora realized that the spear was aimed directly at Attu. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to dodge it, she stopped suddenly, just two steps away from the river. Attu, confused about why his mother had stopped, saw the demon of Baskerville hurl the spear. Aurora moved to intercept the spear that was flying toward Attu. Knowing she was about to die, Aurora sacrificed herself to save her son. At that moment, Attu managed to turn around and see his mother’s face. Seeing Attu looking at her, Aurora gave him a bright and beautiful smile, filled with a motherly glow, as tears streamed down her cheeks:

-I love you...

As the spear pierced through Aurora’s abdomen and its tip became visible, in pain she whispered, “...my son!”

Attu felt that his mother's words were his last ones, and with all his strength he yelled, “Mooooooom!” as he fell into the river.

The river was overflowing due to the flood, and the strong current was sweeping Attu away. In his panic, Attu struggled to surface, trying to get to the top of the water. After much effort, he managed to break the surface and looked toward his mother.

His mother lay on the ground with a spear stabbed in her back, while the dogs that had rushed in were gnawing at her lifeless body. Mixing with the noise of the river, he heard her screaming. Seeing this, Attu stretched his hand toward his mother and cried, “Mooooooooooom,” before submerging beneath the water again.

Attu surfaced once more. This time, he saw the demon Baskerville standing over his mother. Staying on the water's surface, Attu tried to swim to the riverbank, but it was no use. Again, he went under the water, resurfacing from a place where his mother was no longer visible. The current slowed, and he managed to get out of the river there.

With tears in his eyes, he crawled and dragged himself out. At that moment, Attu cried out for his mother with all his might, shouting, “Mooooooooooooooooom!” He sobbed uncontrollably for a long time. After some time, he stood up and began to walk back toward the village. The current had carried him far away from home. Half an hour passed before he arrived at the village, but when he got there, he saw that nothing remained of the burning houses, only the sound of people weeping filled the air.

He went to the spot where his mother had been pushed into the river. The ground was soaked with blood, and only his mother’s right hand remained. Attu took the bracelet from her wrist. With tears in his eyes and trembling, he removed his shirt and wrapped his mother’s severed hand in it. Cradling the shirt, he wept. Then he stood up again and set off for the village to find Hans.

Holding the shirt wrapped around the hand, he walked through the village without any upper clothing and began to search for Hans, thinking he would help him bury his mother. As Attu walked through the village, everyone looked at him in fear. No one had seen his face yet. At that moment, Hans spotted Attu in the street. Hans was not in good shape either; although he had lost his right hand, he was wandering around looking to help the villagers.

When Hans saw Attu, he ran toward him.

“Attu, how are you? What happened to you? Where’s your mother?” he asked.

Overcome with grief, Attu couldn’t utter a word. Slowly and hesitantly, he opened the shirt to show Hans what he was holding. Upon seeing it, Hans understood that Aurora was dead. He remained silent. At that moment, a woman’s voice was heard shouting from the crowd:

“It’s all your fault! The demon came after you! So many people have perished because of you!”

Hearing this, everyone around turned their angry gazes toward Attu. The villagers joined in her cries, yelling, “It’s all your fault,” “Get out of here, demon,” and “If you hadn’t been here, this wouldn’t have happened!”

Hans tried to explain to the crowd, “Attu is not to blame; he didn’t do anything.” Yet no one listened to Hans. Attu’s heart sank further at these words. At that moment, someone from the crowd threw a stone and shouted, “You must be killed quickly, then the demon won’t return!” This statement enraged the crowd even more. Everyone picked up stones and began to throw them at him. The stones flew toward Attu, hitting him in various places, but he managed to protect the hand he was cradling with his shirt.

Hans shouted, "Enough! No one is listening!" At that moment, a stone flew and hit Attu on the head. Blood began to flow from Attu's head, and he collapsed to the ground, yet he did not let go of his mother’s hand. Seeing this, Hans rushed to Attu, helped him up, and said at the top of his voice:

"Stop! What are you doing? How could a young, weak child be at fault for all this? The real culprit is that demon, not this boy!" As he spoke, one of the villagers replied:

"Look into his eyes; ordinary people don’t have eyes like that."

Another added, "When the demon saw Attu, it chased him, leading to the disaster in the village. That’s why we need to kill him. If we do, the demon won’t come back." The crowd echoed this sentiment.

Another villager suggested, "We should take him out of the village and tie him up in the forest. Then the demon can eat him and leave us in peace." The villagers agreed with this as well. Attu was horrified by these words. The people he knew and recognized were turning into someone else right before his eyes. Hans sensed that these people were willing to kill Attu in that very moment. "How can I help Attu?" he thought.

He then said, "In that case, let’s just leave Attu in the forest. The demon will find him on its own. The farther we keep Attu away, the farther the demon will be from us." Hans felt embarrassed by his own words, but he saw no other way to save Attu’s life.

The villagers pondered Hans’s words and eventually agreed. He told everyone, "Let’s disperse. I will take full responsibility for getting him out of the village." Hans looked at Attu and said, "Follow me," and started to walk away.

Hans could see how distressed the child was. The sight of sorrow on the boy's face, who usually wore a smile, was like winter suddenly arriving in the middle of summer. The two of them went to dig a grave for Attu’s mother and buried her. While burying her, Attu took the bracelet from his mother’s wrist. Once they finished, Attu sat at his mother’s grave for a while. Hans didn’t disturb him and went home.

After some time, Attu returned home. Hans was waiting in front of the house. The two of them entered the house. Hans appeared to be quite exhausted and was about to collapse. Attu helped him stand and seated him at the table, offering him some water.

Hans advised him, "Pack your things quickly; you need to get away from here." Attu felt as if he had lost everything. He went to change his clothes and began gathering his belongings. The terrifying gazes of the people still haunted him. After packing, he returned to Hans. From the kitchen, Attu caught a sweet aroma in the air. Hans placed some dishes on the table, looked at Attu, and said, "Come, no one is rushing you yet. You haven’t eaten anything."

Attu said, "I don’t feel like eating anything," just as his stomach growled. Seeing this, Hans’s spirits lifted because Attu was speaking again.

"You won't leave without eating this food," Hans said.

Attu, surprised, asked, "When did you have time to prepare all this?"

"I didn't prepare it. Your mother made it for you last night," Hans replied.

Attu took a spoonful of the soup. It was very delicious and tasty. He felt as if he hadn’t eaten anything as tasty as this soup. Tears filled his eyes as he said, "It turned out to be very tasty, mother."

With that, Hans walked Attu to the main exit of the village. Attu was wearing a brown cloak and had shoes on his feet. He also carried a bag on his back.

Hans said, "As you walk along this road, it will split in two. If you turn left there, you can reach the city. It’s a two-day journey to the city. That’s the nearest city. And here, take this," he said, handing Attu a handful of coins. "These will be useful for you."

Attu replied, "Thank you for the coins and for your kindness," and took the black cloth in his hand and tied it around his eyes, saying, "I will never show these eyes to anyone again."

Hans asked, "Did you bring anything to protect yourself?"

Attu replied, "I brought a knife."

Hans said, "Take this as well," and unsheathed the sword from his left side, tossing it to Attu. "I can no longer use a sword in my right hand, so I don’t need it. It’s better for you; it might be more useful for you."

Attu took the sword, drew it from its sheath, and raised it. The sword gleamed brightly.

"Thank you very much for all your kindness," Attu said as he set off on his journey.

Hans replied, "Take care of yourself and forgive me."

Attu left the village and began walking. All around him was nothing but forest. He kept walking straight along the path.