[ there's nobody in active danger here— unless you count the corrupted monster getting torched, as the tall, cloaked figure facing off against it makes a quick series of hand signs and abruptly blows a blast of fire in its direction.

the heat and wind from the fireball knocks their hood back, though— and that's a skull mask he's seen before, to go with the ribbons in a familiar blue tied at its temples, almost matching the dull blue of the person's hair.

guess who, ]