Wandering through the woods had been hard on you, especially because you barely remembered anything of who you were. That was until you were taken in by Antonio the Great. Of course, you needed to do your part to feed yourself and Beetlepig.

As you were walking around the abandoned well in search of blueberries, a young girl suddenly tapped you on the shoulder. “Hello! What are you looking for?” She paused for a moment. “I’m looking for my friend, Mr. Midnight. Have you seen him?”