You’re in the courtyard, searching for keys to escape the last, and final trial. The husky cacophony of his voice along with the sound of barrels being moved about fill your ears. Your hands are clasped over your mouth, praying he doesn’t look inside the one you’ve pulled yourself into. He purrs quiet threats, nearing closer.

“Oh glow worm, hiding from me?”

The Night hunter hums, peering down into your barrel. After all, you cannot hide from the man with X-Ray eyes. He reaches inside, taking hold of your collar, and pulling you out onto the ground. The Night Hunter licks his lips, and stands above you.