After determining that was a Cultist, the village returned to their homes, relieved that they had not chosen incorrectly.

That evening, a terrible wind ripped across the town from the ocean, howling against the houses of Innsmouth. Rain lashed against the streets, forcing everyone to stay indoors, but, deep within the woods, an eldritch fire danced with green flames, illuminating a red-robed, hooded figure.

Hefting a knife, the Cultist raised their face to the sky and cried, "Oh great and powerful One! I know I have angered you in a past life. Now I must grovel before you to absolve my sins. The stars are not yet fully aligned for only then will your hunger be appeased!

"Until the time of Feasting has come...I must give you...an appetizer!"

The flames surged higher as if responding to the Cultist's voice and the figure backed away, stealing through the trees back to town.

Creeping through the shadows, the Cultist's eyes fell on their victim's home, the lights inside off, the inhabitants asleep. Just as the Cultist's hand touched the door handle, a figure shot from around the corner of the house, their fist connecting with the Cultist's head.

"Not tonight you don't!" the Bodyguard shouted as the melee began.

The Cultist slashed and stabbed but it was no use, the Bodyguard's kung fu was simply stronger.

"All will be devoured!" the Cultist spat before dropping something on the ground, a bright flash of light and smoke blinding the Bodyguard. When the smoke cleared the Cultist was gone. Their job done, the Bodyguard dusted their hands off and went back to their own home to a night's rest well earned.

Meanwhile...across the town, a figure ran across the street, ducking, bobbing, and weaving between the houses, doing its best to remain unseen. It had just unlocked the back door of a house when a rough hand grabbed it by the shoulder and threw them to the ground. As the horrified person looked up, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating their assailant who stood above them, a metal baseball bat held upraised.

"AHA! GOT YOU, YOU FOUL CULTIST!" the shadow cried, the bat connecting with the side of the shadow's head with a crunch, dropping her to the ground bonelessly.

"Never again will you threaten our fair hamlet! Never again will you...uh...er..." it was then that a stray lightning bolt flashed across the sky, illuminating the camera that had fallen and broken against the ground. "Crap."

The Vigilante fled into the night.

As the sun rose in the morning sky, the clouds parting as the rain abated, the village realized that one of their number was missing. Searching, they found the body, soaked from rain, eyes staring without seeing at the clouds above.

---The BODYGUARD saved. celothae the PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR is dead!---

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