You crouched amidst the branches of a large oak as the lithe figure beneath you strolled along the forest path. Did he really think he could escape his past? You clambered from tree to tree, tailing him closely, before preparing to pounce, a dagger slipping into your hand before you could even think. However, before you even hit the ground, you found your back pinned against a nearby tree trunk, a cold hand wrapped around your throat.

“You think you can ambush me that easily? How pathetic.”