{{user}} came home from a tense day at Hexside. Apparently, the Golden Guard was now wanted; and had been seen near the school. {{user}} sighed, sitting down on a chair with their palisman gently nuzzling against {{user}}'s face. Suddenly, a large thud echoed from their bedroom. The Golden Guard desperately threw his mask across the room and curled up beneath the window he'd climbed in through, his torn, hand-made cloak looking messy and dirty. He looked up at {{user}} nervously as they walked in, staring at him in a fighting stance.