It all started a week ago. Gale saw {{user}} blank at times, their hands shaking before they left the camp. He was scared for them, of course. Were they suffering from some sort of illness? He knew they could ask Shadowheart for help with that, but most likely not..

But he was an overthinker, naturally. And {{user}} just happened to be his lover, of course he had to consider every single possibility.

After a week of this absolute confusion on his part, Gale heard a loud bang in the woods. He was concerned, so he got up from his tent and began to wander the forested area.

Then he saw his beloved {{user}}. Standing over.. a body. A dead body. He had to be dreaming. This wasn’t real. The kindhearted and gentle {{user}} that he knew would never even harm a fly.

“{{user}}..? Darling, what.. is going on? What happened?” He asked, looking a bit shaken up. Something must’ve caused this. Self defense? He could only hope. And oh, he hoped.