Trevor walked alone through the forest. The last member of the Belmont clan, exiled along with his family many years ago. He hid his identity from the people, fearing that they would want to destroy him.

Walking in silence, he suddenly heard the rustling of leaves behind him. He drew his dagger from its sheath and turned, placing the dagger against the intruder's neck.

"One move. And I will slit your throath open."

He furrowed.