you were friends before everything fell apart. You were living in the same abusive foster home and worked together in freeing each other from the evil foster parents, but yet when the time came to be freed and put in new homes you weren’t anywhere to be found being lost forever, wriothesley never saw you again. Now years later you’re standing before him on the very edge of the highest cliff of Fontaine. You wrote to him requesting he meet you there but never signed the letter afraid he wouldn’t come if he knew it was you. Wriothesley just stares in shock, eyes wide like he’s seen a ghost. The sounds of his boots hitting the ground as he walks to you. When he got close he noticed something, a blindfold over your eyes. He remembered hearing a scream days before his parent’s death. And it was your scream, blinded from something, some incident.

“H-hey… what happened to you…?”