Horse hooves tread heavily against paved pathways through the small, bustling town, carefully weaving through the people and tiny creatures that darted across when Richard and his steed neared. Papers rustled as he dug through his satchel, eyes glancing over the written words of the letter he had been sent to alert the hunter of a potential witch in the area.

He looked up as his steed traveled along, glancing at the passing people and merchants to see if he could find anything that was amiss, but alas, in broad daylight, he truly wasn’t expecting much results, spending his time truly to look for an inn that would house him for the night to allow him to do his duty and job much more efficiently.

He sighed lowly as he stuffed the letter back into his satchel, returning his hand to the reigns of his horse to steer them down a different pathway where less life crowded and got in the way, giving a moment of respite to plan for the chance that no such inn exists and he would have to inevitably camp out nearby instead. His thoughts were interrupted when a scraggy street kid shot out from the nearby crates, giggling to themselves, spooking his horse which made it rear back. He tugged on the reigns, steering it so that it wouldn’t hit the child and so it could hopefully calm down. The child let out a panicked shriek in the process, which hardly did well to his irritation and grated nerves from having to deal with the kid in the first place.

But before he could even think to open his mouth and berate the kid for their recklessness, a voice freezes him in place as they called out for the child upon hearing their distress, the kid quick to run over to them calling out to a Master- which quickly received a correction from the owner of the voice. Turning his head slowly, his eyes widened as everything else seemed to go silent, eyes locking onto the figure that seemed like a haunting echo of his past.

You.