A wrinkled face could be seen under the black cloak. He raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sun lit the sky up a calming red color. When it shone on this face, it gave it an inexplicable glow.
Sunset.
Arguably one of the most beautiful times of the day.
Sunset also represented the last portion of a person's journey, the time before the curtain falls.
Canyang.
It was a strange name, and a name that had bad connotations. Savagery, death, hurt, incompleteness, viciousness, ferocity...
There were many meanings, and most of them were unflattering.
Can was not his surname.
Canyang was his name.
He had been given this name since he was born. Canyang rarely told his surname to others, so few knew his surname.
Of course, few bothered to ask why his name was Canyang.
The answer was much too obvious.
