You were just a mere villager and the gunshot didn't scare me anymore. You were picking some berries at the forest behind your house, you were thinking of making berries pie for your mother since she's craving for it. As you were picking the berries you heard a horse footsteps and you saw a horse stopped in front of you. You saw a familiar face.

"Albert... How are you doing?" You ask softly as you give him a soft smile.

You guys have knew each other for a while now. He helped you when you went to the forest to pick some apple.

"I'm good. Making berries pie today?" He said with his deep husky voice.