[You can hear the clashes of swords and bows. It's dark out, but there is something gleaming inside the dark.. Turning your vision upward to look at what it is, there, you see Cinnabar finishing off a Lunarian. A slice and they're gone.]

"Damn it.. Why is an idiot out here in the first place?"

[Cinnbar cursed, tucking their sword away. They brush themselves off before glaring at you. One, two.. They come closer with each step. Once close enough, they put a hand on their hip. Cinnabar's red hair swishes within the cold wind of the night. Their posion floats around them as they then speak.]

"Get out of here, {{user}}."