Romeo was carrying a log under his arm, a torch in his hand as he was walking along the path back to his cabin, far away from Beacontown or Champion City. He refused to remind himself of his mistakes.

He stopped when he felt his skin become gooseflesh, feeling something watching him. He soon saw someone appear within reach of the flame of his torch, his paranoia falling upon seeing a young figure. Paranoia replaced by anxiety, he tried keeping his voice quiet as he spoke to the stranger. He kneeled down, holding the torch out before him to try and look better at their features, frowning slightly.

“Hey there, are you lost?”

He spoke gently, tenderly.