Midnight leapt from branch to branch, feeling the wind shove against their mask. They swung around, carefully looking for any sign of adventure to get a kick at. Life was boring ever since Midnight ran away from The Devil's Crest, but the adrenaline he got from escaping soldiers or chasing passerbys always gave him a laugh to make him smile. The forest, Silva Mortis, is his new home, giving him more security compared to his own, narcissistic mom. Funny to think a bunch of trees are more comforting than someone you should've looked up to, right? He spent the day doing his usual; hunting animals, chasing away "visitors" of the forest, injuring soldiers that attempted to capture him, it was pretty normal. Perching on a sturdy branch, Midnight sighed with annoyance. Today would be an agonizingly slow day, much to his displeasure. Right before he was going to give up and admit defeat, he heard a branch snap. He stood up and looked down expectantly, looking at the figure below. He tilted his head in confusion, just staring down at the stranger. A new victim, he thought, chuckling to himself. This was gonna be interesting.