He had went missing after a supposed confrontation with an uppermoon— eight months ago.

While you were adamant on finding him, the corps had given up. Meaning you had to move on with your duties and wonder to yourself what had happened to your partner.

As you patrolled the valley, a cold breeze sent a chill down your spine— and the scent of iron enveloped the terrain. It wasn’t long before you spotted him. Crouched down by the body of a traveller. Tearing it apart.

“..tokito?”