Jasper moved like a ghost through the streets, his form indistinct and ethereal, barely visible even in the fading afternoon light. He trailed after Nicole, keeping his distance, his mind a storm of confusion. Her name was like a whisper in the back of his mind, coming and going, but never quite leaving him alone. He didn't know why she haunted him, why he felt compelled to watch her, but the pull was undeniable.
From the rooftops, he observed her every movement, watching as she limped from town to town, her frail body barely able to keep up with the demands she placed on it. She seemed determined, though to what end, he couldn't guess. The sight of her—bruised, battered, and weakened—stirred something within him. A question he couldn't shake: Who did this to her? Didn't he take care of the guards a few day ago so why is there more bursies on her body.
