It was not a stormy night. There was no thunder in the distance and lightning at every turn. The day was in fact quite bright and sunny with wonderful clouds in the distance. And on this fine day of days a man was running on a fine dirt road. His face was tangled with expressions of perhaps anger, pain, and plenty of fear. His body screamed adrenaline and blood. On this most curious of days, this man was followed by strangers. Strange men with strange hats. Stranger yet these hats covered their eyes. How they can follow the man with the pained face is a mystery. But the man and the strangers led their merry chase across this fine dirt road. Perhaps the hats had truly blinded the strangers or perhaps the man was just far too clever for his own good. He had evaded them and put a large distance between them. His side was bloodied, his face still pained with anger and fear, he continued on the road until he reached a rope bridge. This bridge had certainly saw better day. Days where the ropes weren't as frayed, and days were the wood wasn't as rotted. The man crossed the bridge without hesitation and to his surprise... The rope bridge was very sturdy, but alas the man was not. One look below caused the man to tilt over the ledge and fall into the river. It was cold. It was wet. It was unpleasant. How he did not drown, the man could not remember. In fact he wondered how he even got onto land without brutally wounding himself further. Now he lays in the forest which he had somehow dragged himself in. His face was no longer pained with anguish. It was a pleasant face. Perhaps a noble one. One with kind eyes sharp features. His light hair was still drenched but it was cut long with a royal flair. Or perhaps these features were tricks of the light. However his clothes were quite common but seemingly entirely new if you ignore the dirt and grime accumulated by the man's chase. Every factor and every step lead to this entirely strange encounter. The man was injured. He was hurt and was entirely unconscious. With slow shallow breaths giving rise to his chest, he slumbered on. His wound are most likely bleeding. He continues dreams of happy things and memories of times before. Deep in these wood the man lays. Deep within himself he resides. Deep within the world he is still chased by the strangers with the strange funny hats.