Lost To Monsters V100 Arthasla Updated (CONFIRMED)

Arthasla watched the first hunt like she watched a market—looking for patterns. Monsters weren’t aimless. They swept in precise arcs, as if guided by some map only they could read. They chose certain houses, then left others whole. Those they took were always places with bells—houses storing sound, families with watchful children, rooms with singing. The monsters hummed at the edge of hearing and then the singing would stop, and the room would be empty.