"We are all strong and healthy men here; surely, we're not afraid of him. Maybe we can even catch him. Don't worry," a young male doctor playing poker joked.
The village chief's son chuckled twice, turned, and disappeared into the mist.
In the dead of night, the mist in the village thickened. To fend off the cold, people lit bonfires in the courtyard, the villagers' only source of warmth. The medical staff, tired from their journey, washed up and went to bed after preparing the next day's medicines. About ten men squeezed together on ground bedding, and soon snores were heard one after another.
