Makun quietly followed Mark.
He was suspicious, but not scared. He knew, although minimal, there were chances of this being an ambush.
However, unlike before, that night when he was completely powerless in the Night Market, when Zack had held him by the neck, he could defend himself now.
If anything unusual happened, he had a chance at fighting back, or running away.
He looked at Mark's back, his thoughts slowly drifting back to his dream.
The dream of him being chained, in complete darkness, with a glass tube sealing him. He had had them ever since his adolescence. However, he had thought nothing of it until he had been pulled into the Deep by the entity.
It was the first time he actually saw the chains. His spirit body was a prisoner to things he did not know.
He did not know what they were, but he knew they were responsible for his bad luck. He knew they were taking something from him. He had to find what.
