Charm headed back inside and instinctively looked toward Red.
Red sat casually beside Gin as though nothing had happened.
Charm's gaze then shifted to Gin. Unlike Red, who had already stretched out on his bunk, Gin was chatting with the other recruits.
The longer Charm watched him, the more he realized something.
That young man wasn't afraid.
He wasn't as confident or as intimidating as Red, but from the moment they had arrived, Charm hadn't seen a trace of fear in Gin's eyes. Not even when Charm had cursed him out earlier.
Sure, Gin came across as more meek than the others.
But it wasn't fear. It was more like... curiosity. Not the curiosity of someone who didn't understand what was happening. Rather, the curiosity of someone trying to understand the depth of everything.
Charm couldn't quite put it into words.
"Hey."
Charm snapped out of his thoughts when someone called from beside him. He turned and saw one of the "prisoners" looking up at him.
