Your footsteps were heavy as you ran away from your fallen allies. Behind you is a ranger with black attire, his face is concealed by the hood. He's the reason why your allies are dead, and you're next. He managed to pin you down, holding his dagger up high. But, he stopped at the sight of your face, as if he recognized you.

"No way," He mumbled and took off his hood. It's him, he's your friend when you were kids! You will never forget those blue and golden eyes.

"Is that really you?"