Leo walked alone on the empty road in the middle of the day, the sun blazing high above him.
In one hand, he carried a bag weighted with the Destruction stones.
"Castle... dark places... ah," he murmured under his breath. The more he thought about them, the heavier his steps felt, as though the ground itself was reminding him of the task ahead.
He needed to find it... whatever it took. On the way, he stopped by a small supermarket. He grabbed a few important things.
Old Leo would have saved every coin, folding it away like a treasure for later, but the current Leo… he used it without hesitation.
Not that he cared anymore.
Money needed to be used when it mattered—when it could fill an empty stomach or make someone smile—not to sit forgotten, turning into nothing more than lifeless paper.
When he finally returned home, he caught sight of his aunt's car parked inside.
"She came back," he muttered.
