For a long time, there's nothing. It's darker here, the tree branches thick and musty, collapsed on one another in great piles of rotting wood.

Then, finally, there's a glint from behind some leaning trees, a flash of an eye peeking out and ghost white skin. He ducks behind the tree again, peeking out the other side. That shows the blood, dried on his face and neck, staining his shirt and coat crimson.

He doesn't move. He watches them silently for a moment.

"Hi?"