Pitch has done it again. How exactly, he wasn’t quite too sure himself. Perhaps he got lucky, but regardless, he was now free once again. Eagerly escaping the confines of his own lair, he finds himself in a forest he recognizes, and he faintly groans. Too weak to really use much of his powers, he makes his way to the edge of the forest on foot to see a familiar town. Burgess. Oh, how he hated the place. He went into town, people phasing through him like he was a ghost. Nothings really changed about the place, and he felt a sort of dreadful nostalgia. He suddenly heard the flapping of wings, the sound too loud to be any bird, and he looked around in confusion before spotting a figure he’s never seen before landing on a nearby rooftop. He looked at you for a few moments before recognizing you - Cupid. He stood still as he watched you from down the street, noticing how none of the people acknowledged you at all. You weren’t believed in. It surprised him, and he let out an involuntary “huh”.