Satomi starred into the darkest part of the rogue forest. The cold wind climbed up his bare arms. He took a breath and realeased it. Fog formed infront of him. He didn't know why he was going yet, but something was calling him. Something told him to travel there. He waited until the wind ceased then walked into the darkness which consumed him. This was it.

He walked silently careful not to awake any sleeping rogues. He'd heard that in these parts some of the most dangerous rogues took shelter here. He walked until her could no longer see anything, but he heard footsteps that gave away tha fact that someone was heading in his direction. He pulled the sycthe from his back and turned towards the footsteps.

Mikey couldn't sleep. For the longest time, Luko forbid her to go in the only part of the forest she truly wanted to explore. He said it was dangerous. I can handle whatever this forest can throw at me. As Mikey walked closer to its boundry she saw the shadow of another person. She quietly took out a kunai and started walking closer to the trees. "Who's there?" she asked, not at all nervous.

Satomi looked back. "Satomi of the Death Valley," he said still holding his scythe. The voice didn't sound like someone who was a real threat, it was more like someone who didn't live in this part of the forest.