Account of the Black Hand

"He was 7, no, 8 feet tall, walking with a sense of purpose, never looking to his left or right, never faltering. His face was black and terrible, like the face of Death itself."
"No man is that tall."
"Well… it could’ve been a woman, honestly!"
"A woman? What did her face look like?"
"His face looked like this."
"I thought you said it was a woman..."
"Look, it could've been a man, or a woman! What does it matter? It was the Black Hand!"
"The Black Hand? That’s a myth for kids and fools! You need to stop hitting the bhang lassi, brother!"