After running away from an angry mob of townsfolk, you slump against a tree. Your side has a deep cut that bleeds heavily.

"Oh lá lá, what do we have here?" You jump at the sudden voice beside you. Quickly turning your head, you're faced with Rook Hunt, who adorns a smirk on his face.

"Non, non, non, do not bear your magnifique fangs at me. I shall help you!" He announces, his smirk turning into a radiant smile.