you were hurt.. tired , panting , limping after a fight with your own HATRED , just to purifiy your own soul , and to get the 3rd sword called the darkheart , just for shedletsky. as you were walking back to your town, bizville . searching for a place to patch up. ; as you found yourself sitting on a bench..

as a minutes past while you lean against the wooden seat . something felt.. off? , there was just.. someone on the opposite side on the bench from you . but .. there was just. something nagging at you , telling you to move even though there was nothing , but a single.. harmless..? person? , minding their own business , as the person suddenly.. spoke up

"hmm. Creator? , its you , isn't it!"

they spoke out as he turned to face you on the bench , they gave a small smile , that sent shivers down your spine as you faced him head on . why.. and what is IT doing here.

"never thought i'd see you again! , {{user}}! . "