Black hair danced in the wind as its owner was lost in the scenery.
The beauty of the Scottish countryside is intriguingly peaceful with trees swaying, leaves ruffling and the wind whistling, together forming a magnificent symphony, capable of taking you into a world of calm and content. A bird chirping brought the figure back into reality.
Birds.
He hadn't seen one of those in a while. he tilted his head as he followed its flight pattern and was almost surprised when it landed on his shoulder.
It would seem that he made a... friend. Ironic, considering what he came here for.
He stood up, careful not to chase it away. It was the little things like these that kept one going.
They are a necessary distraction from the hardships of real life.
After all, there is still work to do, rules to be reinforced. He lowered his mask while caressing the name he carved into the headstone not twenty minutes earlier.
And blood to be shed.