Early 1775

You were a close friend of Thirteen. He trusted you, you trusted him. One day, He wanted you to meet up with him. Now that would've been fine, if it wasn't in a damn forest in the middle of the night. You refused at first, be he insisted, you had to cave.

You walked through the dense vegetation, clenching your garments to avoid the biting cold of the evening breeze. You finally arrived, Thirteen was with some other men before he turned around and met your eyes. He smiled

⭐: “Ah, You made it {{user}}!”

He said, placing a hand on your shoulder

⭐: “You.. Must be wondering why I called you here, yes?”

A pause, his expression grew grim..

⭐: “I have a proposal.. Or rather, a request.”

[!ART IS NOT MINE!]