The boat coasts to a slow steady stop. From beneath the deck a man emerges wearing a dark blue blue jacket with three white stripes that climb each arm to the base of his neck that is completely covered by the coat. He steps onto the docks with his tennis shoes that show lots of wear that are partially covered by his long dark blue gym pants. He looks back at the boat as it leaves the harbor and then sighs heavily looking back to the rest of the island he'd just landed upon. He notices a small office looking building just off the docks so he proceeds over there with quick small steps that cause the planks of the dock to creek beneath him. Several light fixtures have been mounted alongside the docks and their yellowish glow that now begins to illuminate his buzzed hair and pronounced chin as well as a few scrapes and bruises scattered about his face, his light blue eyes see the office to be dark.

Just off the dock in the dark stands a girl. She has long black that flowed down past her bottom. She had on a pair of stocking that came up to about mid thigh. They were completely ripped and tattered. She had a pair of roughed up combat boots covering her feet. She was cland in a pair of short black shorts that barely covered her bottom. Her top was light gray in color in was lose fitting i hung off one of her shoulders. The white cape she wore was just basically just a hood with a few pieces of cloth hanging of the back. In her left hand was her staff which she carried with her at all times. Both her hands were wrapped ina white cloth that was stained with blood. She looked out over the area. She wasn't paying any attention to behind her. She stared out through the dark.

Looking to see a path that leads besides the office and up a hill. He begins walking along the path leaving the light and breathing heavily as he begin to ascend the hill.

Elizabeth looks up at the path winding through the dark. She noticed a boy take the past in front of her. She moved towards the path and slowly started up the hill.

He wondered if he'd find the answers to his questions here or if more would appear having heard the rumors and myths of this place.

Elizabeth continued to walk up the hill wondering where she would end at this place. Whether things were simple her or as the rumors of the place that floated around. She was at one point walking almost directly behind the boy she'd seen.

He turned his head because he'd sworn he'd heard footstep behind him.

Elizabeth felt a pair of eyes fall to look at her. She glanced up from under her hood to see who was looking at her.

I don't know who you are but if your following me to kill me then know this I'm prepared to fight back.

He looked her up and down and wasn't sure he could correctly theorize why she'd been following him.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Gosh, I'm not following you."
Elizabeth walked ahead of him.

He watched her closely still not sure what to think of her, he noticed the blood stained cloth upon her hands.

So what's that on your hands?

Elizabeth stopped and turned around.
"Not to be rude but that's my business at the moment."

He was skeptical of everything going on around him and within him so he continued to question.

I know it's not but considering where we are and the rumors it makes the blood stand a bit more to me.

Elizabeth stopped and unwrapped one of her forearms. On her forearm was a fresh scar of pentagram. It was cut fresh and deep into her skin it looked to be still bleeding.
"Does that answer your question."

This only drew more questions in his mind and more answers to seek.

Did you do that to yourself or did someone do it to you?