53 David's Alter Ego

Catty opened her eyes slowly. Her whole body tingled from the effects of the poison of the poisonous snake that bit her last night. The sound of burning wood gradually turning to charcoal accompanied by owls and nocturnal beasts interlocking as if into a harmony that slowly helped her regain her consciousness.

 But there was something strange about a bonfire that was several meters in front of her. It was no longer just a pile of burning wood, but a medium-sized, hairless deer at the top of the fire, its neck parted in half hanging by the logs that kept it from falling into the fire below.

 Next to the fire sits a man who is already familiar to her, looking at the venison which already emits a rather seductive smell while enjoying the nicotine sticks that he pinches with his index and middle fingers.