Jin stared up at the figure on the rooftop, his swollen eyes struggling to focus through the blood and tears.
'Wait... that face,' he thought, his foggy mind slowly connecting the dots. 'I know him. That's the guy from the hunter hall, the one who saved me from those bastards.'
The memory hit him all at once, that day in the registration hall when three hunters had him pinned to the ground, laughing at him, calling him dead weight. This same man had stepped in without being asked, blocked a punch with his bat, and scared them off with nothing but his presence.
Jin had wanted to approach him after that, to ask if they could party up, hunt together, anything. But every time he worked up the courage, something held him back. The man looked dangerous, untouchable, like he existed in a completely different world from the weak and desperate.
'Maybe if I had just asked,' he thought, still looking up at Shu, 'maybe he would have helped me out, given me a chance...'
