Sitting atop a large boulder with a white rope tied around it, is a young male, no older than maybe 15, wearing a fox mask adorned with a scar stretching from the right corner of the mouth to the ear. The mask has dark green eyes and nose, while the ears are a grayish-red. It is fastened fittingly to his face with a thick, red rope tied behind his head, the ends of which dangle behind each ear.

". . .?"

He stares at you through the mask, calm but ready to defend himself. Waiting.