At the corner of a street, perched under the awning of a worn-down shack that was once a thriving market stand, stood a red-haired prince of about 17 years of age.
He looked incredibly fit, with his handsome face accentuated by a chiselled jaw and neck-length messy red hair.
One would have expected someone so handsome to be happy.
Unfortunately, that was not the case for Kion Everglade.
For the first time, the redhead felt things he thought he'd buried. Things he hadn't expected to resurface so soon.
He had promised himself that he would be logical and calculating. That he would discard sentiment and all other impure emotions that blinded him from reaching his goal.
That was the old him. The one that laughed without a care in the world. The one whose love was so sharp and deep that it could cut through marble.
It should've all been over from his rebirth. He had felt those emotions, those feelings of oversentimentality and mawkishness that haunted him in his past life.
