Damian left the inn room alone. Lila needed some proper rest after their long journey, so she stayed behind. Shareva stayed too, to watch over their belongings and the carriage they had rented. Damian also wanted them to keep an eye on Natasha's sister, who was still in a coma and defenseless.
Damian had a clear mission: to find Natasha, who had told them to meet her in this fishing village. It wasn't a big place, so he thought it would be easy to locate her. But he was wrong. Natasha was nowhere to be found, despite his many inquiries.
"Uh, yeah, I remember seeing a blue-haired lady like you described," a man with a thick beard said, raising Damian's hopes only to dash them. "But she left two days ago. I haven't seen her since."
Damian kicked a stone on the dusty road, feeling frustrated and hopeless. "Damn it. Why does everything have to be so complicated?"
