Squire

Squire has found me... They claim that they didn't mean to abandon me, but it has been almost 400 years since then. Squire can't possibly be ã̷̢̞͓̙̰͙͈̲̬̳̟͇̻̘͈̆̉̈l̵̪̼̦̙̬̲̻̰͒̄̓̏͗̅̏͌̀̿̐͘ͅï̵̡̧̛̜̦͔̼͍͑̀͌̀͆̍̕̚͝͝v̴̳̯̱̫̊́̌̃̓̀̇͆̌̀̂͘͠e̶̤̐ͅ, can he?  My crystal ball has long since told me he was dead... maybe he is. I don't know anymore.  The time in the forest that I spent angering at him, maybe the monster that I thought was Squire... has finally become myself. I think that I am the problem now, but  I know one things for sure. My friend is long since dead, and the one that is looking at me... is a fake.