[Poggio]

He yanked the doll free of its grave and tugged it close to his chest as he stumbled out of the garden. He did not look back as he ran. Robin scampered through the gardens, tumbling through the wrought iron fence. He was tugged to the ground as something had grabbed a hold of his dress. A bony hand bunched the fabric into a fist trying to pull him back. Robin fought the hand pulling himself free at the expense of a large rip in his dress. The defeated yaga hungrily let out a bloodcurdling scream. And Robin did nothing but run, as fast and as blindly as he could, through the thicket.