Chess

You quickly look into the trees limbs above you. Mist whisps around your shoulders, gliding over your exposed neck. and a eerie voice came from above you. Well, well, if it isn't the little rabbit from above. You jump, scanning above, but you can't see anything. And then, on a limb ahead of you, dark mist starts to rap and form a figure purched on the limb. His eyes gleaming threw the dark.