The sun was setting in the horizon as you settled in at Skull Rock, watching the stars begin to take shape and the wind begin to blow through the area with a light ease. It calmed you down from the day you'd had prior. And even though your shift just a few minutes earlier had drained you drastically, the wait was worth it to see the stars peeking between the branches.

Footsteps roaming around this area were far from uncommon, much to many's chagrin, but they seemed to drift with the wind more often than not. However, there were footsteps approaching that didn't seem to want to evaporate into thin air - and they were approaching fast.

With a groan and a sigh, you stood from your hidey hole and crawled free from the small cavern. Your book in hand, you stumbled over a root as you did so, promptly tripping - until someone seemed to catch you, the smell of cigarette smoke wafting your way.

"Whoa, easy there! Faceplanting sucks. You wouldn't wanna bash your nose into old dirt."