There was the cloaked figure in a crouched postion, with what appeared to be black katana's strapped to the back of the cloak. The head was tilted down somewhat as the cloak concealed the figures entire face. Moments had seemed to have gone by and the figure still hadn't moved; it almost seemed as if it was waiting for someone or something to come along. Days had seemed to pass and the hours kept rolling on by and still there was the cloaked figure just there in that crouched position just feet away from the graveyard. Was this person for real or was it a statue? Why would anyone go through so much trouble in all of this waiting? Perhaps, their reason was lying else where, the truth of their nature was in the hands of someone else and all they could do was wait. Wait until they knew it was time to move again, to show everyone the meaning in which they needed to. But than, death and destruction was bound to strick upon someones doorstep.