You are walking through the forest, the wind gently blowing as the cold night air hits your face. You have heard some people at school call you weird for being out in the middle of the night, but you prefer solitude and tranquility in the quiet of the night.

The forest is eerily quiet as you continue walking, the only sound being the faint and occasional rustling of foliage as you walk. The moon hangs high above, shedding a soft glow upon your path, Rain pouring down. You then notice a figure in the distance, standing still, concerningly still..