Judas walked up the gravel path to his home. The moon hung high above, casting a silver glow over the silent fields.
The smell of blood had been washed away, replaced by the floral scent of the shampoo, yet the memories of the hanging bodies still clung to his mind like a persistent shadow, even after he tried his best to forget them.
He reached the front door and paused.
The wooden panels creaked slightly as he pushed them open. He expected darkness and silence, as his wives were asleep, safe and unaware of the gore he had seen before.
Instead, a small figure sat curled up near the entrance.
Nina sat with her knees pulled to her chest. Her fluffy tail was wrapped around her ankles, and her ears were drooping low.
When the door opened, her head snapped up. Her golden eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears in the dim light.
She didn't speak immediately. She just looked at him, sniffing the air to confirm it was really him.
