Archer Valle
The months seemed to blur past as tragedy after tragedy struck them, like waves crashing relentlessly over the wolves of the Lore. Archer didn't know what the Chasm was facing, but given everything the Backwater and the Cove had gone through over the summer he could only assume they'd had their own share of suffering. How had so much happened so quickly, only to look back and realize it had been months? How could they have returned from mourning his best friend's father only to lose Inger so violently days later?
It made Archer appreciate the finer moments all the more, wanting to hold his loved ones closer than ever should they one day vanish. His mother and uncle had yet to return, and he'd hardly even said goodbye to them... what a terrible son he was. A terrible nephew - and a terrible brother. He hadn't spent nearly enough time with his younger siblings, especially with the absence of their mother. Sephrina especially was in need of some love, with her apparent disability... he was sure she hadn't ventured far. Even though there was a madman on the loose and they were under a lockdown of sorts, Archer wanted his sister to be able to enjoy her life.
He wandered around her usual haunts until he came upon her. "Sephrina," he called. "What are you up to today, Princess?"
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.