The Horned Hunter twists in his shackles, but in vain — the steel cuts through his body, and dark blood pours

The Horned Hunter twists in his shackles, but in vain — the steel cuts through his body, and dark blood pours from the wound. The creature rattles and rests forever, but with his final breath, speaks in a strangely cold voice: "Did I not tell you that the shadow behind your back is always Her? And the sound of footsteps in the dark — always Her? Turn around!"