As the van makes its way closer to the village, a flock of ravens takes off from some nearby trees that edged the old dirt path that served as a road, their raspy voices echoing in the emptiness of the village. Even from there in the town watching from the window in the house at the center of the village, the unnamed male could see everything, eye sight as strong as a hawk's. A curtain shifts in one of the windows nearby, as it falls back to cover up the glass in which the young male from before was staring out of, watching as the vehicle came even closer, and he could see three people inside it.<br/><br/>His eyes narrow dangerously as he crosses the room, his arms folded neatly over his chest. Even though he had felt like something was coming, he had hoped he was going to end up wrong, and was disappointed when he was right. These strangers were not welcome here. It was unthinkable that they stay. He wasn't going to accept their presence, and he'd do all he could to get them to leave, before they got hurt. By either him, or the town itself.<br/><br/>Clasping the locket around his neck, he exits his room, and descends the steps that led to the first floor of the house, and goes towards the back, leaving through the back door, away from the the direction of where the van was coming from, so that when they did arrive they would not see anyone come or go from the large, and well kept cottage. He'd rather keep it that way, if he could chose at least one thing that goes on.<br/><br/>He walks down a path of rocks that was lined by a set of bushes, until he reached a large hedge, which blocked the backyard of his home, to the wild woods. His own backyard was quite wild itself, with overgrown grass, and a crap ton of bushes and flowers everywhere, it was like a jungle. Also, there was a small covered well, with ivy growing around it, and moss on the rocks, as well as the path.<br/><br/>Pushing past the hedges, he exits the backyard, and steps into the forest, a raven almost immediately landing on his shoulder, and he reaches up, gently running his fingers along it's glossy feathers. "Hello Ebony..." It eyes him, ruffling it's wings gently when he walks forward. After a moment, he arrives at a large woodland lake, and looks out on it, staring deep into the water. He sighs, and turns away, staring up at the sky.<br/><br/>Then, lowering his gaze he opens a small locket, similar to his own, that was around the bird's neck, the silvery piece of jewelry glinted in contrast to it's jet black feathers. For a second the small mirror within it glints, almost glowing, before he closes it again, and speaks to the bird. "You know what to do...watch them for me. I won't make them leave yet...but for now, they can stay. I'll see what they do. But in the end, they must leave..." The bird shifts, then spreads it's wings and takes off, heading back into the village. It flies then towards the van, spots it, and glides along the vehicle, it's beady eyes watching the family of three, easily keeping up with them.<br/><br/>And, from a safe place, the male stares at the locket in the palm of his hand, which lay open. An image shows in it, of a family of three, himself, a woman, and a man, both two whom he didn't know who they were. He guessed they were his parents, but he could not remember, it was all to fuzzy and blurred, not coming in clear. Because unfortunately, he suffered from that annoying condition known as amnesia.<br/><br/>"I have to figure this out. Before it's too late..." He murmurs, sighing and closing the locket, and placing back around his neck, slipping it beneath the collar of his shirt. It rested gently against his chest, and he heads back to where he'd come from, climbing back into his yard from the hedges, and going back inside, returning to the room upstairs, and glancing down from his window, shifting the curtain only a little bit, so only a tiny sliver of dim setting sunlight could get through, as he watched as the van arrived.