San was out for a walk in his favorite place. This was the place he visited often, away from people, away from reality. He'd let his imagination run wild and often create beautiful pieces of art. He heard the sound of leaves being stepped on, as if he wasn't alone.
He cautiously kept moving forward. His hand found its way to his pocket and he pulled out a revolver. 'Prey' was all he could think as a humorless chuckle left his lips.