Rizki found himself perched on the staircase that led to the house, a sense of eager anticipation filling the air. Inside, Anwar, his lifelong friend, mingled with the enigmatic quadruplets and the captivating Liora. The events of the past week played in his mind like a whirlwind, from the chaos in the Bastion Fields to Anwar's unexpected return.
With a cigarette held gently between his fingers, he took a contemplative drag, releasing tendrils of smoke into the twilight air. "So, I guess I'm the hero now?" he murmured to himself, the words escaping in a soft, thoughtful whisper.
The question lingered, symbolizing the uncharted path he now walked. Rizki had never actively sought out the role of a hero, but fate had thrust it upon him, and now he had to rise to the occasion.
