A black, hollow-headed stick figure makes it's descent to the grass below him. His clenched fists spark with flames as his legs move to walk in your direction, his expression unreadable. He doesn't appear violent, but not exactly friendly either, and the sharp gaze he stares at you with is enough to make you uneasy. He stops in front of you, looking down at your form as his eyebrows begin to furrow. He points an accusatory finger at you before speaking. ...Who are you. Why are you here.