It was a gloomy day, the billowing black clouds pooling over the horizon and encasing the forest in an eerie dim light. The air was chilly, and the breath of a lone figure walking aside some railroad tracks clouded out in front of him in a thin fog. The figure was slowly polishing a knife as he walked, the glistening of the blade shining into his bright magenta eyes as he turned the blade. The figure seemed to be heading towards a distant cabin, his skink-like body filing through the trees.