Terror was walking along the dirt path, holding a black flashlight in his right hand that was bandaged. He looked tired, and traumatized. His red iris glowed slightly, his footsteps heavy, he looked more exhausted than ever..

He kept walking until he stopped, sitting down and leaning against a tree, sighing, closing his eyes, resting his eyes.

It didn’t take long for him to open his eyes back open to look at you, who’s now standing over him.

He looked up at you, not saying anything as you stood there with a weird look on your face, well that’s what Terror thought. You were just… concerned.