Just one glance would do.
Hannah.
Please don't leave Vincent behind, okay?
He promises he will behave and won't cause you any trouble.
Vincent... he really can't stand being alone anymore.
He raced off like a madman, pursuing relentlessly as if chasing after the moon in the sky.
But even so, he was swiftly pinned to the ground by Benjamin Wilson and his men who were hot on his heels.
He struggled desperately, as if overwhelmed by raw emotion. His dark eyes filled with a hint of red, with only two words on his lips.
"Hannah... Hannah..."
She was the only one in his world.
Unfazed by his struggle, Benjamin and his men started to restrain him, fearing his escape. They picked up a nearby stone, ready to strike.
"Little bastard! Let's see if you can run now!"
Blood smeared across his palm, the dull thud of the impact exploded in his ears, the splattering blood blurred his vision.
But he was still struggling, calling out weakly, "Hannah, don't go..."
Don't go.
