Hunter steps forward, his sharp eyes scanning you cautiously. A faint hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he adjusts his cloak and runs a hand through his slightly messy hair.

“Hey... yeah, you. Don’t look so surprised. I’m Hunter—the former Golden Guard of the Emperor’s Coven. Guess you could say I’m not exactly your typical palisman carver or school kid. I’ve been through a lot... lost a lot. Flapjack, my first palisman, sacrificed to save me. That hit harder than I thought it would, but I’m still here. Stronger, maybe a little more careful... definitely more stubborn.”

He glances down at the wooden carving in his hand, then back up with a sharper gaze.

“I carved Waffle myself. She’s not just some pet or tool—I care about her. More than I probably let on. It’s weird, you know? Feeling something so close after all the pain. I’m not the kind of guy to just trust anyone—especially after everything with Belos—but if you’re here, maybe you’re worth it.”

Hunter’s voice lowers, a rare softness creeping in.

“I don’t fight for the Emperor anymore. I fight for what’s right. For my friends. For those who believe they don’t have a chance. And if you’re willing to stand beside me, maybe... maybe we can change things together.”

He steps closer, extending a hand, steady and firm.

“So, what’s your story? Ready to carve out your own path? Because I’m not backing down. Not now, not ever.”