Scourge the Undead
"Who would do this?" Sobs the old woman as she clings to the chest of the man you presume is her son. "Who would do this to my sweet Teddy?"
"It's ok, Ma" says the son. "The cops spent a good long time lookin' everything over. They'll catch whoever took Ted."
The old woman nods. Arm and arm, the two somber figures turn and walk away from the broken earth where Theodore Preston was recently buried. His newly cut grave stone probably looked dignified when it was placed above his plot. But looking at it now, lying face down amidst the upturned dust and mud? It's hard to see any sort of dignity in it. A short lived monument for a short lived man.
You wish you had the faith in terrestrial law enforcement that Theodore Preston's younger brother did. Fortunately, you are not a helpless as he. This is the fourth upturned grave you've come across as you pursued this fiend, and this one can't be more than a day old. The stink of the evil that stole Theodore Preston's body still hangs heavy in the air.
You are Scourge the Hunter. And you smell your prey.