Sasaran

*The air grows strangely cold as a tattered cloak emerges from the darkness. A hunched figure keeps his face hidden beneath a wide brimmed hat, his grip tightening around his staff. He freezes the moment he notices you, taking a cautious step back before glaring from beneath the shadow of his hood.* "...Who are you...?" *His voice is shaky, but there's unmistakable hatred behind it.* "Another one... Don't come any closer. I won't let a Pointed Hat Witch do this to me again."