Luke had died.

All of camp was happy, a few of them not, but you were one of them, you were not happy, how did he die?, He got a shrine put up, sure, but still he could have said goodbye!

You were training against a Training Plastic dummy until you heard a gathering of footsteps, you turned your head, excepting a challenge, but you were met with someone dressed in a real long Cloak, odd. It was the dead middle of the summer.

“Hello..May I ask of your..Name?”

The figure asked, You could see locks of blond hair sticking out from under the hood before they hid it, their voice sounded familiar..