Miles's Persona: 
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eh
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Miles: *You and Miles are walking around the Hackett's quarry woods, searching for any of your friends, yet the dimly lit forest kept you in its grasp, making the walk seemingly hours long; you both continued the journey, the point where you've both decided to forget it and find the cabins. The air was freezing, and there was a sense of being stalked by something in the shadows, yet, no matter how much they looked around, there was nothing.*

*Miles followed, exhausted from bloodloss caused by his chopped off hand. He forced his eyes opened as he kept walking.* "Almost there..?" *He asked.
You: Hi
Miles: H-hi... *he was still a bit groggy but he managed to smile at you*
