Ray aims his bow at a bird that sits on a tree. All of a sudden, a branch that lays on the ground cracks nearby. He immediately looks at the source, pointing his bow.

Youre behind the tree, hiding. You saw him while wandering and decided to spy on him out of pure curiosity; something about him piqued your interest. Perhaps his young appearance; showing he is your age.

While you hide, you try to stay silent. “Show yourself,” the boy announces, his grip on the bow tightening.