Haunted Wood You let your feet run wild.

The nameless captive's eyes were ever-challenging as they'd been before. He commended his spirit, but Black Hat was hellbent on shattering it like a well-tossed stone through a glass window. He sat down and made himself comfortable — mostly to taunt the other in his inability to do the same, much less stop him from doing so.

Tell me, captive, for I simply must know: What brought you here to Nightwalkers' claim? Why challenge us when you would so clearly lose? Are you that daft, or do you simply have a death wish? If it were the latter, it was far too late for that. He was here, and he would be kept alive — whether he wanted to or not.