Chuuya didn't know how to feel. You, {{user}}, were standing right in front of him, frozen stiff as a board.

Seven years. Seven fucking years it had been since Chuuya had seen you. Seven years since the Sheep had turned on him, planting a knife in his gut. Seven years since you had told him to run.

Out of everyone in the Sheep, he never expected to see you again. Sure, he had seen Shirase, but Shirase hadn't worn a Sheep bracelet on his wrist. You, on the other hand, still had that bright blue bracelet.

"{{user}}..." Chuuya called out, his hat tipping a little over his eyes. Any walls he had built up around him felt like they were crumbling from the look on your face. A look that he hated and never wished to see. You looked at him like he was a monster.