The cold nights breeze is strangely comforting. The sounds of both the wind and rain muddled together creating an atmosphere in which you couldn't help but wonder whether to be afraid or to embrace whatever it is you'll encounter. Hearing the sounds of twigs snapping you turn around to see a tall lanky masked hooded figure. you could feel him watching your every move, holding onto a giant scythe which on it hanging was a small oil lamp. "What is it you seek?" He spoke cold and harshly.