Eight men are stationed at one of the many waypoints on the border. A new threat has risen, but they are unaware of the devil they face. The sun is setting on the first night of the patrol and the fire from the other waypoint is visible on the horizon. Then, suddenly, the fire is violently extinguished and the men are left wondering what happened to their comrades a mile down the makeshift wall.
"What was that?" one man asks as the fire on the horizon is snuffed out.
"There is evil. That is why we have been stationed here."
"Evil? Hah! What are you talking about?"
"The...Suujali."
"Wait, what's a Suujali?" a third asked.
"They don't exist."
"Hah! So you say."
Then, with a whimper, their fire disappears and the camp silent, save for the gurgling of blood as the men are torn asunder by some unseen monster.



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