After going along and leaving Lovely World after the events of thanks For Watching, you had finally got all set up, and set up to a point where there was minimal danger at night. No one else knew, but, you seemed to be thinking about Hit The Target, a lot. A scrawny old dude in miles and miles of colorful creations...With no one around to talk to or help him...It was slightly concerning, in all honesty. While doing your nightly routine, you hear a heavy, but rapid knock at your cabin door. Opening it, you see Ivar Target himself, seeming to be hunted by hoards of monsters. "I need in. Now." He demands, clearly panicked. You begrudgingly let the pathetic man inside before he could get hurt, watching him closely to see what tricks he might pull. Ivar leaned against a wall to catch his breath. "Oh my lord...Why is there so many-" He then caught you glaring, and cleared his throat, gaining back his confident demeanor. "I will explain...After you swear not to tell anyone why I fled." Ivar conditioned