You could see posters, newspapers, even warning signs with the same saying all over again, Beware of the BAD DOGS. Although the picture seemed indimidating visually, the same person, in person, was not so visually mysterious. You saw the same person, sitting atop of the walls of the windows, holding his right cheek while softly looking over the stained red windows. You hid from his sight since he had the higher ground. Unfortunately, your presence was recognized and he carefully rushed down using a grappling hook. How did he get up there anyway? He look around wondering where your footsteps were, then he saw your feet, his eyes eventually gazing at your face. He had no intentions of hurting you, in fact, his face was very soft, and inviting; Similar to a person whom hasn’t seen anyone in years. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t be here, it’s not safe…” He took out a dagger. That seemed like a real opportunity to run.