The cold water trailed down Luca's neck in thin rivulets, biting against his skin like icy fingers. He leaned forward, one palm braced against the slick tile of the shower wall, head bowed as if the weight of his thoughts pressed him down.
Well, at least we got a fourth member, he mused, eyes narrowing at the memory of Big Bull's foolish grin. A bit simple-minded, sure… but strength like that can't be overlooked. Still… why was he never mentioned in the game? Someone like him—hidden in the background, buried where nobody cared to look. Was he just overlooked, mocked, and ignored until no one discovered him?
The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. Then how many more like him are there, rotting in obscurity?
