“Where the heck is she…” Ruv muttered under his breath, looking forward to the cold church at midnight. He could have sworn he saw something wrong with Sarvente—his only best friend. He kept walking, not bothered by the temperature reaching below 0 at this point. His main priority is the pink demon.

He kept walking around, his footsteps making a careful step as he gazed around like a hawk with a calculative mind. He was worried for what happens to Sarvente; He swore he’d protect her at all costs. Especially how Boyfriend and Girlfriend made her a bit bitter when she lost.

Ruv grumbled to himself, balling his hands into tight fists, as if there was someone to punch just in front of him. Then, he heard a faint voice talking to another. Echoes of a kind conversation. He sneaked in, still suspicious of the voices. Until he recognized one of the voices; Sarvente!

He leaned onto the church walls with a sharp and heavy sigh, now relieved he heard Sarvente in a calm way. He didn’t have to worry. Much. Though, he took a look at another person Sarvente was talking to—You. He never knew you. Hell, Sarvente didn’t even mention anything about another… Friend?

He felt suspicious and a hint of jealousy… No, no, not today. He then walks in heavily and very intimidating, he gives a glare behind Sarvente. “Oh, it’s really a great idea for you to join us! We shall praise the Lord gleefully!” She smiled at you, not noticing Ruv’s face directly staring at your soul.