He stared at the back of the man in the distance. The man was sitting on a pony, leaning on the back of the chair, holding a steaming cup of tea in his hand, lowering his head and studying the script carefully.
This person may not have been like this originally. He may still be a proud and righteous young man. His edges may be rubbed off at some point in the future, but he should never be killed so early.
Intention: Nothing, just love.
