The hunter swung his cleaver in a perfect arc to slice through three beast-men at once. Two collapsed to the ground, but one had a little life left in him. It waved its torch in fear. "Away, away!" The hunter paid no heed and cut it down without mercy. Another villager armed with an axe meant for chopping wood stumbled towards the hunter.

"Foul beast!"

The hunter was shocked. "Me, a beast? You must joking! i You're /i the beast!"

The villager was shocked "Me?! You're the one who's a beast here! I can see your fur and sharp teeth."

The hunter scoffed "You only think I'm a beast because your own beastliness has warped your perception of the world." He readied his cleaver and cocked his gun. "I'll put you out of your misery, beast."

The villager made a gesture that seemed to say 'get a load of this guy!'. "What if you only think I'm a beast because you're a beast whose perception has been warped?" The hunter scoffed again.

"That's ridiculous! I think I'd know if I were a beast." The villager shook his head at that.

"But if you were a beast you wouldn't know you were a beast. You have to consider the possibility that you're hallucinating." The hunter rolled his eyes.

"I didn't know BEASTS studied philosophy."

"I'm not a beast! You are!"

"Prove it."

"…"

"You can't, can you? Now let me kill you and move on. I came to farm blood vials, not chat."

"But what if you are a beast? Then you're murdering innocent villagers for mere healing items!"

"Pfft! You're just trying to trick me into leaving you alive. You might pretend not to be a beast, but I can clearly see you are in fact a beast. The innocent villager act was convincing but you undid yourself by being too smart for a mere villager. Trying to make me think that I'm a beast, but in fact the beast is not me but you! A clever trick for a beast…"

And so, the hunter went on his way murdering indiscriminately for petty blood echoes and vials, not caring for the mind-bending philosophical dilemma posed by a sheep in wolf's clothing.