Atop a snowy mountain towering over Snow City, a middle-aged man in a white robe sat leisurely in a wooden chair, a table before him, sipping a cup of wine.
Across from him sat a middle-aged woman, dressed similarly though her robes were more revealing. She drank from her cup, her voice heavy as she spoke.
"That ruthless boy is still out there, Arthur. No matter how many bounty hunters we send after him, he either kills them all or slips away," she said, her eyes brimming with intense killing intent.
Her son, Oliver, had died a tragic death outside the gates of Lake City, his dreams of becoming a renowned expert shattered before they could ever be realized.
To make things worse, their family curse had placed a tracker on Oliver's killer, giving them information on his whereabouts. Yet, despite knowing his exact position, they remained powerless to exact their revenge.
Sigh...
