The wind blows across thousands of mountains, unbridled.
Revenge or something, it's funny, it's just a cover.
Guardian, guard something.
I don't know, I don't know…
Is there still little blood on your hands?
No.
Just tired, too many scars, licking alone in the dark, tired.
Really tired.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
