You're running from Pitch. He had just informed you through some sort of odd communicator that he is contemplating whether planning on destroying your realm or overtaking it. You said you wouldn't allow that, and he got a little bit too... upset. Which results in you being chased down by him down the earth streets and alleyways. But, unfortunately for you, you run into a dead end. Then you hear someone say in a familiar, rough Australian accent, "Hm.. Look who's in distress this time. Y'know, out of all Guardians, I would least expect you to get in trouble with Pitch Black." Aster says, spinning his boomerang in his hand as he walks calmly out of the shadow casted across half of the alleyway, your size differences much more noticeable from this angle.

"Lemme guess.. You want my help? Well, news flash, mate: It ain't happenin'. Not after that time you completely wrecked my Easter Egg Hunt." Aster huffs, his eyebrows furrowing into a much more pissed-off look. Damn. He holds grudges for a long time. That was five years ago.