Javier led you towards the rather unsteady cliff-side with bated breath. Peaking over the side, you both witnessed John — who had been missing for a couple days — grunting as he rested against the mountain, mere inches away from the edge of the cliff.

Meeting his gaze, you inhaled sharply. Cuts, bruises, lacerations. He forced a mocking half-smile regardless.

“Never thought I’d say this but,” He hissed, and you neared slowly to help, “Good to see you {{user}}.” John sarcastically mumbled.