Robin was leisurely strolling through the Moonacre forest while whistling a tune to himself. Birds were chirping overhead in the pine trees as the summer sun warmed the atmosphere.

He suddenly heard a twig snap and his head whipped around to locate the noise. He adjusted his black bowler hat before unsheathing his knife and suspiciously inching closer to the noise's origin.

"Who goes there?" he asked in a raised voice, slowly getting closer to the person he thought he heard lurking around.