Prologue
A man ran through the broad forest hastily. His shortly cut hair flew behind him as he did, as if it was about to fall off. He was running out of breath, his Navy uniform damp with sweat. His green eyes were full of panic, looking at what he ran towards what was ahead of him. A twig cracked behind him, and he panicked even more. His fair skin rose with goosebumps as he sprinted through the dark forest. The moon was the only light that guided the man through, but it also led a shadow chasing him. The moon revealed, though, a shine in the shadow's hand. The man looked back and saw, what seemed to be, a blade. He yelled and sprinted even more, but he started to wheeze heavily. Then, he tripped over a long tree root, and tried to catch his breath while he was on the cold grass. The shadow, holding the blade, slowed to a walk as he approached the man. He walked up to him, bent down, mouthed a few words, then slit the man's throat. The shadow got itself up and walked away, leaving the man to die.