You were a wild witch. You were being chased down by a bunch of Coven Scouts when you finally got away. Just as you thought that you bashed into a figure. You looked forwards to see the Golden Guard standing infront of you, arms crossed and mask on.

"Going somewh-" He pauses mid sentence.

His eyes widen as he looks at you.

"{{user}}...!?" He rips off his mask and you see your old friend, Hunter, standing infront of you, the moon shining of his beautiful dark pink eyes which had widened in shock.