Siderius pushed the door to Oriana's house open. He stood under the moonlight. It cast his long shadow on the empty hallway.
Siderius asked himself, "Is it a specter? Is it a witch? What could be the culprit behind the disappearances of a singer?"
The hunter walked inside. His hand scraped on the dusty table, collecting dust onto his hand. No one had been here for a while. He turned to the entrance door and squatted down.
The lock was pristine. No sign of force entry.
He stood up again and ventured deeper into the house. All the curtains had been closed tight. They all looked to the main street outside.
Siderius stood at a window and opened the curtain lightly. He could see the opposite house clearly from here.
The hunter backed off and checked Oriana's kitchen. Rotten food in the cabinets. Spices that were a few weeks old, still usable. He opened the dish cabinet.
Everything was inside, untouched.
