One thought that has been bothering Mir for quite a long while. Something is not right and that something is Piran's parents. Nobody's home. Did he kill them? What's going on?

"So...where are your parents, then? Aren't they supposed to be here? " A warm drop of sweat trickles from Mir's forehead to his face and then rolls over to the lips. Salty taste.

A brief silence.

Heavy voice breaks the silence "They were supposed to indeed."

Tear is welling up on Piran's eyes. Holding back his emotion in his voice is making the voice heavier.

"What happened? "

"They were murdered." Piran finally lost his grip over his tears. The face is flooding with tears now.

Mir is feeling a bit lost and unprepared. He doesn’t know what he should say.

"Hey, it’s alright. I am here to listen." Mir's idea of comforting others. He believes that telling others "I'm listening and it's okay to cry" is better. It’s because having emotions is perfectly natural and there is nothing anyone can do to compensate what the person has lost.

With a mix of despair and anger, Piran shouts "It was them! I will kill every each one of them!"

"Who!?"

"Hunters!"

"Hunters? You mean the hunter tribe?"

After pulling himself together, Piran responds with a nod.

"That's impossible!" Mir's eyes are widened, eyebrows are stretched upwards and the tension in the muscle of the face is increasing while his jaws are dropping.

(Hunters : An organised team of cannibals. They are extremely tribe minded and disciplined. They do not kill each other. If any of them are in danger, other members will do everything to defend that person. Their main purpose is to kill humans not only just for their feast but also they enjoy killing. They are 30 members in total. All of them are in wanted list and have international bounties on their heads.

They are like assassins. Fast, lurks in the shadows, sneaky.

But, unlike assassins, they are somewhat like savages, behaves like mindless animals. However, they are genius in combats and assassination. They are controlled by highly manipulative intelligent sharp minded leader. That leader is the head of the gang who works like a brain and other members work like mindless body parts of the gang.)

"Probably one of them somehow lost track from their team and wandered off here looking for food."

"Did you call the authorities?"

"I did. Then, this house was under observation for a long time. I had to stay in the city for weeks. Two policemen were assigned to guard me. Even when I returned, a ranger was assigned to watch over me. Later he left after a week of duty."

"So that's the case. When did it happen?"

"It's just after the breakup. Mom sends me a letter. In that letter, mother expressed her fear. And, she was very scared lately. She often saw a kind of shadow. Saw shadows most of the night."

"Then, did you go?"

"I did, but it was too late."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"It’s okay. I have been very cautious ever since then. Cautiously waiting. I know the hunter hasn’t left yet. He is roaming around. I have felt his presence."

"Is that why you have been carrying guns and knives with you and go to the woods every day? Not to hunt animals, but to hunt the hunter?"

" "hunt the hunter" I like that. Exactly."

"So, what do you do for living now?"

"Mostly farming. And, we have a lot of unique ancient materials in our home. I sell them to antique shop. I get a huge amount of money from them. "

" How did your father collect all of this? And why? "

"He didn’t."

"Then?"

"It came to us as family tradition. Passed down from generations. "

"Don't you have any respect for them?"

"I do. That's why I am selling them. But, I don't think I am in the position where I can keep them. If I die, these items will eventually get taken away. "

"Why do you think that?"

"I don't care about myself, honestly. I know I may die during the fight with a hunter. But, I'm not backing down."

"I understand. Y'know. You won't die. You will win. And, I would love to be a part of that glory. So, calm yourself down. This world needs a passionate mad lad like you. You will rise again. We will defeat them together... with the help of authorities."

"It's better to have a heroic death than to suffer through life. "

" It is. But, that's selfish. The true hero lives...Lives for others so that they can protect them and help them heal. Isn’t that right, doc? "

Piran smiles " Sigh... I am no doc. "

"To me.. Yes, you are. You don't need a licence for that. You need passion. And, I can see that in you. Hang in there, champ."

Water tears down from Piran's eyes.

With a heavy, semi-broken voice, Piran says " Thank you. Thank you so much. "