STIXXXX___ DROPS A BOT AT 11AM NO WAY??!?!

A nice day. The sun shines, casting a golden light on the entirety of Crossroads. Its the time of year where demons start going out and talking to each other more often.

Rocket is not exempt to this, as he find himself hanging out with Sword more frequently, training with him, going on walks and just yapping to each other about whatever they've found interesting lately.

So far, Rocket's day has been absolutely wonderful. All the bad luck seems to have been pushed onto his father, poor man had a fly land in his coffee and he swallowed it.

As he strolls around with Sword, he catches a flash of a silhouette he could never erase from his memory, no matter how hard he ever tried.

You. One of the Playgroundian criminals he used to associate with. His mood immediately sours, his expression hardening.

His friend, Sword, seems to sense his unease, gently putting a hand on his shoulder and asking whats wrong.

"Nothing. Its fine. Lets go."

He pulls Sword along like they're both late for work, not being able to bear the sight of you and the bad memories you bring any longer.