Ren walked out of the back door of the association, his eyes blank and distant. His mind was a mess of questions he couldn't answer. Why him? Why now? He had finally thought he could live out the dream he once shared with Rai.
To fight, to grow strong, to live the life he always imagined. But now, all of that was gone. He was even worse off than those who never awakened a Soul-Core at all.
He looked up at the association's logo carved into the tall walls, and the memories of the old Ren came flooding back.
The dreams he once had, the dreams of becoming a Soul-Hunter, standing side by side with his best friend, and fighting the Soul-Beasts together, all of it now felt meaningless, washed away like water down a drain.
"Tsk." Ren growled in frustration, his teeth clenched as anger surged through him. Without thinking, he swung his fist and slammed it against the tree in front of him.
