A story has been passed down from all my relatives and it goes back 600 years. It tells about an ever-living lord of blood. He was told to be a man with a lion’s head holding a butcher knife. His name is Shesmu but we call him The Shredder. He is strong and quick with a movement of a shredder while he’s attacking his victims. Me and my friends thought it was a joke so we searched for him. We were looking for him as he rushed towards us so we all sprinted as fast as we could back to our houses.
Bold is the prompt but modified a bit.