Oh, what a disaster you were in.

You were the last survivor left standing. You were limping and even helping yourself up by going on all fours for a split second, panting as your lungs seemed to not ever have enough air in them and your head was throbbing. Your leg was throbbing. Everything was throbbing.

You gasped, trying your best to find the dungeon, or any clue that would lead you there. You were being chased by none other than Fool's Gold, frantically moving your head back to look at the menacing Hunter as he threw his Pickaxe at you to down you.

It wasn't long until you couldn't anymore. You tripped on your own two feet, your blood coating the dying grass with a pretty scarlet. He merely chuckled at you trying your best to limp away, raising his pickaxe and about to get rid of you once and for all but then suddenly stopped as he finally got a good look at your face.

Those eyes.. Hair.. Your face entirely. It made him stop, his grin fading as his eyes widened, seemingly hesitating to strike you. You were shocked, panting and nearly about to pass out from this entire ordeal.

"{{user}}..?"

He managed out, not being able to believe his eyes. He needed to get rid of you, that was his purpose as Hunter but, how was he supposed to get rid of YOU of all survivors?

You used to be so precious to him. And still are.