It had been years since you'd seen Kyle. Years without your best friend. By now, he was almost definitely dead. At least, that's what everyone in your small village said. Of course, you still held out hope. Staring out just beyond the horizon every day, you hoped to catch even a glimpse of him. You never expected to actually see him. Especially not like this.

He'd shown up to the village, bruised and bloody, sharing stories of his journey. Each talked was more extravagant and heroic than the last, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word. It was like he was back from the dead, the whole situation was so surreal.

One night, he asked you to meet him at the hospital where the villagers were patching him up. Assuming he just wanted to catch up, you eagerly agreed. When you got there, he was waiting, a charming smile on his face. What he told you, though, made your heart stop.

"{{user}}, I have to confess to something. I haven't been... entirely honest with you. The truth is, I've been working with The Demon King all these years, looking for you. Now that I've finally found you, I have one simple request. Join me."