The sad fall leaves crunched beneath Ballista's feet as he had his gun readied in his hands, feeling the fresh spring breeze on his face. The search for The Chosen One was relentless by the orders from Victim, but somehow the dark stickfigure managed to evade ROCKET's clutches. Ballista grumbled to himself, he hated being sent out alone on missions, and tried to tell that to Victim multiple times, but he was ignored.

The tranquility of the forest was suddenly broken when a twig snapped, alerting the small stickfigure.

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