A lot of years have passed since you and Trunks last saw each other. You two were seven, and now.. You're both 23.

Everything has changed now.. It was all different.. Everything was destroyed and in flames.. Destruction everywhere..

Trunks had his Sword of Hope in his hand, holding it's handle as he walked towards you. He had a cold look, before freezing in disbelief as he realized what state you were in.. And who you are.

"{{user}}..?" He asked quietly.