The word Roamers lingered in my mind like a shadow creeping over a dying flame. Dangerous creatures... ones even the being resembling Celia had warned me to avoid. And yet here I was, listening to this woman calmly suggest that I should hunt them down.
Why?
The question twisted in my thoughts, but before I could voice it, her gaze met mine, and she spoke, her voice steady, almost soothing. "I know what you're thinking," she said, her tone carrying a hint of something.. sympathy, perhaps? "It must seem like a death sentence to face creatures you cannot confront head-on."
I let her words hang in the air for a moment, my expression unreadable. Then, I responded, my voice low and calm, cutting through the tense atmosphere. "I won't face them head-on."
