It was a frosty morning in the streets of Hidden Valley. The icy breeze haunts the still-eager citizens and merchants, and Soldiers alike, to start the hustle and bustle going. But they must've prayed for a more favourable day as the sun finally bestowed its faint warmth and bright light. The busy hours of the day have started.
In one of the not-so-neglected alleys of the city, far away from the central plaza, lies a rugged and nearly abandoned stone building. On its empty top floor stands a man hiding in his cloak, brooding over the busy people below.
"Why are you here?" The cloaked man said.
"Why not? We share a history, don't act like I'm a stranger in your life."
A hooded man approaches from the shadows. He unveils his face and reveals himself to be Zach.
"Hello, old friend," Zach smirks, approaching the cloaked man. "I see that you are still bald; hiding it with a cloak still makes it obvious."
The cloaked man turns around, "We are not old friends, Zach."
