The weary looking trees creaked and swayed in the wind as a young individual ascended through the old slabbed steps, being mindful of the whistling sound in the distance. In what seemed like such a tremendous climb, it would have been considered strenuous to traverse without risk of tripping any of the natural undergrowth and falling over. Yet, this youthful face, had spent the few hours on a taxing assent, alone where had lowered the cowl of his hood to let himself be lashed by the howling winds. In such moments like these, he ponders himself on what to do once arrived at his intended destination. Always, there so many questions filling the solitary's mind with so little certainty.
Furtively, he studied how most of the surrounding foliage seemed to have gone quiet and not a single cricket was heard. He pressed forward with his head bowed, arms hanging loosely from his sides, and glared out into the open wilderness. Even paling out a few moments being tempted to turn back and run away. And when the young lad reaches the top, he found himself holding his breath almost in anticipation.
Ahead, a red tori gate found itself staring at the Assassin, an ominous air loomed above the horizon. The full moon stood still, illuminating an abandoned shrine in the wilderness. What lies in front of him now, was there to welcome him.