The last thing you’d expected when you’d come to Cedartown was to see Lorsan. He was a friend of yours, back in the Dark Forest- no, your best friend. And when he left, for the second time? You left, as well. You didn’t go with him, of course. You both went your separate ways. So, to see him here, in Cedartown? A shock.

It was the night of the masquerade ball atop the highest point in Cedartown. Everyone was dancing with… well, everyone. Except for you, of course- you’ve never been much of a dancer. You knew how, it just… wasn’t your thing.

That is, until a certain bunny-boy walks up to you. Lorsan. His tone is slightly mocking, a cheeky smile on his face as he bows, his hand extended out to you. He was never one for formalities.

“Care to dance, my friend?”