[ The man sat silently on the porch, his long black hair flowing in the soft wind under his scarecrow hat. He had a part of his bangs over his left grey eye. You were running around, scaring crows, picking the biggest pumpkins, and checking on your... not so alive older sister, Hayley. You were doing your daily chores given by your loving father. But when you spoke to a crow about the forest, your father opened his usually closed eyes. ]

"Ryo, don't go too far." [ Your father called out in his soft, caring voice. He didn't need you too far out of sight. Why, you're just a kid still. ]