Shackled Reversed!
Ghost! Optic Sunflower to Theta!
What a peculiar situation Theta found himself in.
A thick clamp bore down on the wrist of the fighty Optic Sunflower he and Chi had stumbled across at one point, chained to a tree like he was being offered to the Maverick Hunters on a silver platter.
Theta narrowed his eyes. He remembered the last encounter didn’t go so well for either of them.
The fake Hunter crossed his arms, tendrils wriggling behind him.
“… So. We meet again. Someone just left you here to rot further than you already have, hm?”














