Ogoro stamped down the staircase to the second floor, cursing Aito and his ancestors to the tenth generation.
He had believed in him. He felt like a fool, an idiot now. His sister had been right. Sheyla had talked about Aito in his room. Saying he was a fraud, a hypocrite and that it would only hurt him to follow the step of such a man.
Of course, he had dismissed her. His own delusion had been too strong. Ogoro knew it was just a pipe dream, a dumb idea. However, he wasn't as stupid as thinking heroes truly existed, at least not entirely.
No, he had simply hoped Aito Walker was half of the hero he aspired to be. If others were to know about his aspirations, he was certain they would laugh, ridicule him.
But he was a firm believer in heroism, even more now than before. He had seen so many deaths. A lot of his previous victims had eyes full of fear, well, when they knew what was coming for them.
