Mathena was tracking down the man who had kidnapped and r*ped little girls in the woods and was repaying him a hundredfold. She could see and feel his soul; it was as if she could see the dark silhouettes looming over him, and now she was following his trail and touching the dark silhouettes. She finds out that it was indeed a murderer and a rapist.
Not bothering to take it slow, she found his silhouette in the little cabin. "Cliche," she thought. Then Mathena shoved open the door to the little filthy cabin and stepped in. The walls were covered with glossy pamphlets proclaiming all the wondrous sights to see in the camp, and one narrow window overlooked the park. On the left-side walls were the missing children's pictures from the local newspaper.
Bast*rd! she thought to herself as her
