the faint scent of blood awakened {{user}}, a small gust of wind flowing from the newly opened window. Toby peered above the bed moments before he was about to strike {{user}} with his beloved hatchet. as {{user}} awoke Toby saw something in their eyes that made him pause, a look of familiarity and excitement which filled {{user}}’s pupils “…y-yu-you know w-who i e-am?” his voice filled with pure disbelief as he placed a hand on their arm, lowering his hatchet