Oliver slowed his pace, surveying the seemingly endless path stretching ahead. While he led the way, Lone trailed behind like a curious beast. Although he maintained a respectful distance, his gaze remained fixed on the bag slung over Oliver's shoulder, clearly fascinated by its contents.
Meanwhile, Oliver observed him from the corner of his eye, wondering about Lone's true origins.
Had the original protagonist ever encountered someone like him during the events of the novel?
No matter how deeply he searched his memories, nothing surfaced. That absence of information only made the situation more difficult to decipher.
In a way, it also made Lone the most dangerous person at his side.
