A few years ago, you and Toby were friends. You stood up for him and comforted him when needed. After the fire took over the town, you were devastated, thinking he was dead.

You were walking along a trail in the forest. It was quiet and peaceful. The autumn leaves crunched under your feet as you took each step. Toby was in the distance, hiding behind some trees as he watched you. He thought you looked familiar but he didn’t think much of it. He gripped his hatchets as he watched you walk.