Rune

Holen's body fell down on the floor, Kanku's little body was deceptively strong, albeit not as much as adults.

"Why the hell did you do that!?"

Holen questioned the boy however, he got the answer in the form of a hit hat flying into the room. The top hat that had accompanied him through many years finally ended by flying into the room and disappearing. Holen's eyes widen, it was gone just like the traps on the floor.

"I just.. want to confirm something?!"

Kanku screamed out. He was the one who felt something was wrong. Though it was just a feeling, his mom often said that this kind of feeling was to be trusted. After being a shaman for so many years, his mother often told him about the mystic and spiritual. 

Their tribe has a tradition of honoring the dead, often putting their skull inside family homes and taking them on a hunt once in a while. His mother also talked about the dead, the spirit realm where everything goes.