(**KASHIKI POV**) As you wandered through the streets, the sound of chatter and laughter echoed through the air, blending with the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. You have no one, or a home. You're still young.

And you happens to stumble across a man, the one that saved you from the attack and slavery. You wanted to greet him, to seek help. But you startled him, not greeting him normally. Your sudden jumpscares startles him and he shoots you a glare.