A story of a small silent village nurtured by the sea which would give abundantly and occasionally take a life or two of the youths who came to dig her breasts for their livelihood, as her due offerings...but those bodies which had been murdered, mutilated and dumped into her waters as if it was a graveyard, she threw them back on the land angrily. And when a local doctor started to have a closer look at the frequently washed up corpses, he knew he had already stepped on the silent demon lurking in the serene looking village. A story of the most heinous malevolence draped in crisp and pristine cotton and the richest silk, enough to camouflage into benevolence, relentlessly murdering the unwanted and poisoning the most wanted youths of the village. It would have been better, had no one known about this. But when the dead collectively screamed out loudly, a few men and women with their souls still alive, decided to behead the demon. But for that, the demon had to be identified amongst all those smiling and kind faces....who had killed before and would kill again and again....even if it was it's own blood.