“We only want a little, and then we’ll go away…”

Wearing tattered hooded robes, these emaciated forms are cursed to forever roam the world. Their skin has become grey and pulled tightly over their bones, and they try to hide their faces behind broken masks. They seem to arrive out of nowhere, often appearing in the middle of town during the darkest of hours, and they wander from cabin to cabin, knocking and pleading to be let in. Only the foolish would open the door for these creatures, as they seem to be unable to enter without invitation.

They say they only want a little, a piece here, or some piece there… an eye, a tongue, or sometimes even an arm. Regardless of what they take, their victim is always left alive, even if they are bleeding. That is… if they are invited in.

Pity those that they catch outside. If they haven’t already taken their desire by invitation, they take much more from the unfortunate souls wandering in the dark. They revel and cackle as they rend their prey limb from limb, slowly tearing them apart piece by bloody piece.

Fortunately, for the rest of the town, they only ever claim a single victim, and then they depart once again.