The wind rustles through the dried up leaves on the cold, hard ground. Fiery splashes of red and orange light up the otherwise stark and bare trees. Something crunches through the leaves to the north. The squirrel sits up, terrified as a tall human in a black cloak glides past. The little squirrel's tiny heart is beating faster and faster, when it suddenly stops from overexertion. The squirrel drops to the ground dead, and yet the cloaked person only pauses for less than a second before continuing.