As the red light of the moon shone bright, illuminating the path before him in the woods. Kayn felt strangely drawn in to the sight. One hand gripping onto his scythe, the other holding his head. He tries to shake the uneasy feeling off. He was here to infiltrate the Blood Moon hideout. So why does everything feel so disgustingly nostalgic?

As his eyes adjust to the darkness of the forest, he sees it. A face and form so familiar it leaves a nauseating feeling in his mouth.

“ Who are you why do I feel like I know you…”