Ren caught the handkerchief, and as he held it, he felt a cold sensation. Inside was a golden bone, and he knew at once that it was the key.
For hundreds of years, nobody had ever safely gotten the key of Polluted Zone 77. But now, Kestrel had given it to Ren, telling him to go first.
Kestrel ran away very fast and didn't even look back at Ren. Her usual mischievous tendrils didn't touch his hand as they used to.
Ren looked at Kestrel as she ran away, holding the cold key in his hand. He wanted to follow her, but he knew what he had to do.
He had done this before, helping his team move on by distracting enemies. He didn't care how others felt about it.
But now he was the one being helped, and he knew how hard it was to be the one who left first.
Ren held the key tightly. A giant orca appeared under his feet.
