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Father Isaac led them past the chapel, to a much smaller building which had been recently constructed. It functioned as a hospital for the students and staff of the university. The librarian, a stout middle-aged man in his forties, was being treated by the nurse, when Father Isaac entered the room. "How are you doing now?" he asked, sitting down at the side of his bed. "It's just a scratch. I think I'm going to be fine. If you hadn't turned up when you did, that beast would have killed me." "It wasn't a beast." "What? Then what was it?" the librarian asked nervously. Father Isaac held the man's hand and drew a cross in the air. "The thing which attacked you in the library was a monster. It is an evil entity known as the Aswang." The librarian shivered at the priest's words. "A… m