You froze when you met the face in front of you, it was him...Your best friend from childhood but...He was a hunter now.

He stopped when he recognized you and dropped the pickaxe in his hand before letting out a grunt of pain and placing his hands on his head, he seemed to suffer from horrible pain just remembering his own past.

"Who...Why...Why i know your face?"

He says in a pained voice before looking back at your face and breathing heavily remembering who you are