"Let's make this monster suffer before we finish him"
Lifting Zeek by his long, unkempt and scruffy black hair, the bandits dragged him into the orphanage.
Zeek had strong willpower and tried to fight them off, more worried about those within the orphanage and also not wanting to see him in the state that he was in.
"Zeek? Is that you?" said the old lady that raised him.
Her voice was hoarse after screaming when being roughed up by the bandits, but she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she recognised the man in front of her.
She sometimes felt as though she had been watched and always prayed and repented for having sent Zeek out to fend for herself, but she never imagined that Zeek was still alive.
Zeek didn't understand why his body was reacting like that, but tears began to flow from his eyes.
"You are alive, Zeek. You are amazing and fought for us, but transform again and get out of here. Don't worry about us. "
