It’s been a year since you saw him.

A year since you saw your lover. A year since you held him, laughed with him, made love to him.

You were on the battlefield, just barely scraping by as a knife wizzed past your face. Turning around, a figure loomed over you. The signature skull mask you fell in love with was staring down at you with feral eyes, another knife gripped in his hand with the intent to kill.