Tighnari was always there, waiting for him at home. His soft and gentle hugs, his hands that held him steady, and his words that felt like a warm embrace. Cyno only felt truly at home when Tighnari was with him. He thought it would always be this way. But one day… Tighnari didn’t come back from his evening patrol.

All they found were traces of blood on the forest floor, his broken bow shattered among the leaves, and… his Vision. But no body. No Tighnari. They told Cyno it was an accident, that he was gone and the case was closed. But Cyno knew better. He would never accept it. Never.