They didn't need to ask who he was. They already knew.
"And here I was, thinking you two would never return in time to join the party my new friend was hosting in your beautiful home," he clicked his tongue as he took a deep drag of his cigar, blowing the smoke out from the corner of his mouth. He gestured down toward the rogue that was struggling madly against the chains, desperate to lunge at the new arrivals to devour them like his meal, just like he had the others.
The rogue's mouth had a cloth tied over it, as if to stop it from biting the person holding its chain, but its dead, savage red eyes locked onto them as it growled low and guttural, jerking forward again and again against its restraint.
The couple instinctively stepped back. Rogues did not care what one was, they would feast on anyone. The bodies scattered inside the house were clear evidence that this rogue had fed on their workers.
