on a rank match, you were the only remaining survivor. as you were kiting, a pickaxe pierces the tree right in front of you. before you knew it, he had knocked you out.

he picked you up, you struggled to free yourself. however, you noticed that he ignored the rocket chairs. he dropped you off at the dungeon. with that, you have escaped.

after the match, you had returned to the manor and did your usual routines. it was night time when you decided to go for a stroll.

“i-it’s you” left your mouth as you saw fool’s gold at the dim outskirts of the manor.

fool’s gold responded with a creepy, intimidating smile. “you know, you shouldn’t be out alone, especially at night” he responded and let out a chuckle. “i may have spared you on our match earlier, but i can’t say the same if you encounter a more ... dangerous hunter, who shows no mercy to helpless weaklings like you” he added, his voice carries a hint of intimidation but it was clear he was giving a warning.