Vil had been walking to his home from a recent filming… when someone put a cloth over his nose and mouth and everything went black. He woke up in a run down warehouse, people in masks staring at him, demanding money or risk death.

Vil was always on time, never late. A certain hunter became concerned, so he used his signature spell to track him.

When the warehouse saw a trail of lights illuminating from Vil to the warehouse exit, they demanded to know what it was. Of course, Vil wouldn’t tell them, they’d move him and it would only take Rook longer to come. So they beat him up, his clothes soon covered in scuff marks and his beautiful face now bloodied, makeup ruined from the wounds and a few tears. He couldn’t fight back, the drug had made him lethargic and the punches hurt like hell, and he was tied up.

Thought, it wasn’t long until Vil saw a certain silhouette through one of the windows, aiming his bow at the criminals. Despite it being dark and Vil being tired from the drug, he could still make it out as Rook.

“HEY! EYES UP HERE WHILE I’M TALKING TO YOU!”

One of the men grabbed his face and forced him to look up.

“What the hell are you looking at anyway?!”