It was a dark, quiet night in November. I was preparing for my hunt. I loaded my gun and gathered all my supplies I needed. I double checked everything, it needed to be perfect. I was going after that unicorn to kill it once and for all. When a unicorn comes out from the woods, it's my job to hunt it down. This unicorn had been coming after the cats. Where I come from, we praise cats. We let the cats roam free and it's our duty to make daily offering offering to them. Finding a dead cat in the street is a tragedy, and I was determined to hunt down the last known unicorn, to end this tragedy forever. I prayed to the meow god before setting off on my journey. I owed that hunt to the meow god, and she blessed me with courage to go after it.
