The Hunter and the Witch
The hooded figure, crouched high above everything around himself, noted his scenery. He was in a sugar mill, on top of a silo, and it was a very rainy day. The ground was covered in ankle-deep water. But that didn't matter to him. It was far below, and he was free to go almost anywhere he pleased. Crouching further still and placing his hands in front of him, he then leaped, going far, far into the air before landing with a heavy thud on top of a before-distant silo that was slightly higher than the last. From here, he could see even more of the mill.
But he wasn't just sightseeing, he was looking for something in particular; or rather, someone in particular. After a time of sitting there, he finally heard it; muffled sobs coming from a fair distance to the left. He leaped once again, traveling far into the air, the wind and rain on his face as he did so. He landed once again with an even heavier thud than before on a silo far to the left and only about half as tall as the previous.