Two years later
It was winter again, and Dansh returned to the village after two long years and three months. All this time, he never exited the cave, as he had to murder the tourists in the cave, one each month. As he paced toward the village, some children who were playing around a charpoy ran to their parents. Word soon began to spread of his return, and one by one, the residents came to stand outside their huts and stared at Dansh marching toward them. Many of the adults hugged their children from behind to secure them from Dansh.
Dansh’s return spiked the villagers’ nerves. They had not forgotten him at all, but the two years had been a golden time for them, not once encountering Dansh and living a happy life just as they had before his arrival.
Dansh inspected the villagers and, s
