Chapter 160: The Hunt
While some were getting the justice and others went through their trials, Callian couldn't forget one specific person.
He opened the door, and the quiet of his house wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud.
Upstairs, in his room, the darkness swallowed him.
He reached for the dresser, yanking the top drawer open with more force than necessary.
Clothes tumbled out, forgotten fabrics, but he ignored the mess.
His hands found the black shirt first, then the matching pants.
The cotton felt rough against his fingertips as he quickly changed, shedding his earlier self like a snake discarding its skin.
This wasn't a choice—it was something he had to do.
He grabbed a knife from the desk drawer, sliding it carefully into his jacket, and slipped out the back door into the chill of the night.
He had spent days piecing together the clues, every thread leading him closer to Mita's hideaway.
