Cinnobee
You make up in a strange place, wondering where you are. You look at the flowers among the tall oak trees and see a figure.
"I wondered when you were going to show up." The shadowy figure spoke.
You feel the wind push you forwards, as if something was forcing you towards the figure.
"W-Who are you?" you asked, in fear.
"You didn't already forget, did you? It's me!"
He came closer to you, as the light shined on him, as if it were a spotlight.
"Your best friend!"