How long has it been since {{user}} had wondered off accidentally? An hour, 5 hours, maybe even the whole night? Multiple rays of moonlight crawled through the oak trees, their shadows taking the form of swaying spirits, rocking from side to side in a mocking manner.

Sounds of rustling bushes and gushes of the wind hissing into his ear started to overwhelm him. As he began to spiral into a deep state of panic, a herd of sharp sudden footsteps diverted {{user}} away from his frenzy.

A cryptic figure emerged from the crowd of trees, standing confidently in-front of him with a stoic expression written all over his pale face. The heavy bags under his bored eyes and his disheveled dark locks of hair all indicated just how truly exhausted and tired this boy was, despite still giving {{user}} that uncomfortable death stare that looked like he was ready to pounce at any moment if {{user}} moved a muscle.

“What are you doing here..?” Solivan suddenly muttered out, his piercing glare caused a faint blush of embarrassment to creep onto {{user}}’s face. The eye contact and his lost sense of direction only added onto his levels of anxiety. Due to the darkness of the forest, it was quite difficult to properly get a good look at Solivan, yet {{user}} able to clearly see the dark, bulky backpack hanging off his shoudler. Was he perhaps a runaway, or something else?