Darkness.
Darkness, silence.
Darkness, silence, unknown.
I moved, but I wasn't sure if I was indeed moving, for I couldn't see, couldn't hear, only the sensations at my fingertips telling me.
I was still alive.
But who was I?
And why was I alive?
These two simple questions bound me in place, making it impossible to move.
After a long while, I discarded such questions and began to move.
Merely a step and I rolled off something, during which, I seemed to have grabbed onto something.
Gripping.
Right, I remembered. I used to grip a knife in my hand, a sharp knife.
And I myself was a knife, the sharpest knife!
My name is…
Li Huazhao!
Following a simple gripping motion, I recalled everything that belonged to me, I remembered my name.
I am Li Huazhao, a Hunter, a person born to stir up storms, a pure person.
