The figure trips over her foot and expertly rolls onward, and yet even when tripped, the cloak hiding his features, still hides it very well, as if it's a part of him.<br/><br/>"Young man, what are you doing!"<br/><br/>From the woods steps an elderly man using a carved branch for support to walk as he walks over the the figure who has actually turned smaller now and is whimpering.<br/><br/>"Father, please it was she, that started it by taunting me. And I just made her run, for her and my fun. Don't be mad my dear, I did not mean to cause you fear. Just for fun, I made you run."<br/><br/>By the time the figure's completely false appology has ended, the older man comes nearby and grabs in the hood of the figure and pulls it upwards. The cloak and the hood seem to disappear as if whisps of smoke and a young man with a pained look is behing held by his hear.