Darling home. Mr. Darling is pacing near the garden gate when he spots a small boy perched on the fence — dressed in green, with a mischievous grin and a shadow that moves on its own.

"You there! What are you doing outside my home at this hour?" (He adjusts his tie nervously, trying to appear stern, “You look no older than my son, and yet—good heavens, what are you wearing?” He narrows his eyes, noticing the small dagger at your side. “Are you a runaway? Tell me your name, boy.”