Scaum stood in front of a grave, placing flowers on the ground. Crude letters had been etched onto the tombstone, which read:
[Our Dear Siesta]
It had already been two weeks since her death, and more people would soon follow.
"I'm sorry, Siesta," Scaum said. "I couldn't protect you...I couldn't make you my bride. We couldn't live a happy life together."
A single tear fell down Scaum's cheek.
"I hope you'll forgive me, but I have to leave."
***
"I found you."
"Oh? I guess you won this game of hide-and-seek after two years."
Scaum stood across Blemish in the middle of the streets in the city of Crucible.
"I'm surprised it took you this long to find me," Blemish said.
"To be honest, most of the people in the village didn't want to go searching."
"Speaking of the village, how are people doing over there?"
"What do you think?" Scaum asked, scowling.
"I hope they're doing fine."
"They're not!"
