It was around midnight when Heroth woke up from his deep sleep. "Enough." He thought, looking in the direction of the little girl he had taken in. "I am too old for this." He walked down the stairs and approached Arahi's room, before knocking on it. "Girl, it's time for you to leave." The words he spoke were simple enough.
There was no anger or hate, just apathy at this point.
Enough games, he had thought. This whole time, this whole little game he played was out of childish interest he had in what his stalkers had in mind for him. But now, with what just happened, all his interest was dead—replaced with nothing more than a desire for true peace.
"Why do you say so Boss? I, I didn't cause any trouble to you did I?" Opening the door, Arahi put forward her case. Although unaware of the reason why she was being kicked out, she still didn't think that she was caught by him all along. Still treating the old man like a fool. Which Heroth didn't appreciate much?
