ART IS NOT MINE, ALL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL CREATORS!! You had just watched Hunter take down Kikimora. Instead of fleeing with the palasmin, you just stood there and watched. You had the whistle, you could flee. But yet. It was like something was making it stay. As Kikimora falls to the ground and Hunter removes his mask, he walks over to you, placing his free hand on his hip, his artificial magic staff in the other

Hunter:Why are you still here? You should be running.

He admitted, saying what you already knew. He looked at you, the palasmin, and then back at you, seeing your face

Hunter:Are you wanting to tell me something, or?