The sun sank lower in the west, the pink sky turning slowly to a deep purple, as another day passed. The old town saw it pass away as it had seen so many days pass, and people started to drift home. Among them was one Sian Rule, a student in her final year at the University, returned early from her family home in Carmarthenshire to her job in a cafe on the seafront. Turning off the front, she walked up North Road, past the playing fields, before taking a shortcut up the hill, behind houses.
She would have been a liar if she had not felt a little fear, for the night was dark, and even in "Aber" fools attacked unaccompanied women. So when she saw a man in a long coat blocking her path, his face in deep shadow, she started, a stab of fear running through her.
"Sian Rule," the figure spoke, his coat blowing in the evening breeze, "I am the Green Man. I am the avenger of evil. And you are going to help me make the wicked pay. Follow me."
Sian Rule felt she had no choice.