   The man in the blood soaked cloak walked through the woods, a ever so eery tune leaving his lips. As he walked, he spun his famous blood covered shovel around his slender pale finger. This mans appearance in the woods was rare, as he only visited it once ore twice a year. He never liked being in one place for long, but his relationship with the sisters always brought him back to check on them. As he walked, he grinned an ear wide grin and whistled out "M-yyy~ This place sure has become darker~" He sung out and did a twirl to take it all in. He was right. In his absence, the woods had become a much darker and scarier place. A deep fog had settled over the forest, and the lanterns didn't glow as brightly. Now when people got lost, the chances of them ever being seen again were close to zero.
