Wandering along the hayfields, you spot a group of boys, dancing together in a circle. They all wore baggy old time looking clothes and animals masks. A brown goat, A red bird and a black fox. This was the lark, a group taking on the masks of the Harkers.

The one in the goat mask spots you hiding in the tall hay, and points to you.

Both the boys in the bird and fox mask turn to the direction, and they stop dancing for a minute.

The wind blew the hay out of the way, you couldn’t hide.