Boone had been putting posters of his son, whom he presumed was missing, for some days. He believed his son- Ian, was dead till the day he dug the grave of his son. 

There he could only see an empty coffin.

The reason alone was enough to keep on printing the posters. He had printed slabs of posters from a local publication named PaperWork Publications. Even though he knew his wife was well aware of this and didn’t support it at all, he wasn’t finished printing more copies.

Despite of all his efforts, there was no progress. He had hung posters everywhere just to realize they were gone next day.

When the same thing happened three times in a row, then he believed he had had enough. Whether a street cleaner was doing it or it was a random stranger, he was going to have a go at him. Boone had enough strength to do so.

In the dawn, he set off to find the person who had an obsession with posters. To his surprise, he found a thin woman in blue  robe gathering those posters. She was wearing a classical mask which made her look like something straight out from medieval age party.

"Hey!" Boone yelled at her, " What's the point in doing all this?"

"You are making people panic, Boone." She said.

"How would this poster panic? Missing child is not something to panic about."

"I hear your son died."

"Who has been filling your ears with lies, lady?" 

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"Didn’t people here attend his funeral?"

"They didn’t attend what happened afterwards."

"Boone, it is not why they are getting scared. Watch this." Woman showed him the poster.

The poster now had a face of someone wearing plague doctor mask. Boone could not tell if it was an actual face or a mask.

"What is this?" Boone was shaken.

"Someone called Crowman. And do you want to know who took off the posters you had put and replaced with these?"

"Who?"

"Your wife." Woman smirked.

"Listen to me, you stupid woman, don’t fuck around with me."

"I am here to make things easier for you."

"How?" Boone walked closer to her to intimidate.

"Your son is dead. Get over it. A Satan named Grief killed him. And the same Grief will kill your wife."

"I should have noticed you are a crazy woman just by looking at your clothes." Boone grinded his teeth.

"Your wife is crazy that she made her association with Crowman a public thing. Don’t you know devils and Satans walk from this street every night?"

But Boone had already had began to walk away.

"Don’t believe me? Fine." Woman yelled, "But don’t leave your house this evening no matter what. If you leave, she will die."

"Piss off, woman."

She will die tonight, even if you don’t leave your house this evening. Woman talked to herself and moved towards more posters.

One by one, she tore off Crowman's pictures.