The Chimney Man
Children on the streets of Paridon sometimes sing a bitter song:
The Chimney Man, covered in soot,
bag soaked red, blood on his boot.
Ashen hands and lifeless eyes,
nine will be taken when a virgin dies.
Too long has this strange creature haunted the domains of this world, and no nation has bee struck as harshly as Paridon.
This is the strange being that kidnapped your loved ones. This is who, or what, you hunt.