As Reina's footsteps faded into the distance, Garrett and I were left alone in the room. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken words and memories of a shared past.
Garrett, my guardian. The man who had sent me to the orphanage after everything happened, the same person who had personally trained me with daggers, now stood before me with an expression that was hard to read.
To be frank, I didn't know much about this Hunter. When we first met, he was someone who was sent to the exploration team for the village. At that time, I wasn't thinking right.
The things that happened had already been overwhelmed to the extent that I couldn't even think. I could only see the claws piercing her chest; that was all I could think.
Yet, even then, from the pieces of those memories, I can easily say that Garrett wasn't as strong as he was at that time.
