“SISSS—!”
Wox’s eyes flew open as he bolted upright.
Hah… hah… hah…
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
“That dream again…”
Wox sat there with a hand pressed to his face, breathing hard until his heartbeat finally slowed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
It’s been fifteen years… and I still see that day every time I sleep.
Fifteen years had passed since the day his sister died, and Wox had the same dream every night.
He looked around the small wooden cabin. Dim morning light entered through the narrow window, lighting up the rough interior.
After all these years, I still haven’t found that bastard.
Because of that, Wox had spent most of his life moving from place to place. He had even become a mercenary, hoping that one day it would lead him to the vampire he was hunting. He also kept an eye on the Templars, but that did not lead to anything.
But no matter how much longer it takes or where he is hiding, I’ll find that bastard and give him a painful death. I’ll do anything for it.
Wox let out a quiet sigh as his gaze drifted toward the wooden walls of the cabin. “Looks like this needs some repairs now… Maybe I should take a break today.”
He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the damp strands from his face. It had grown longer over the years, now falling past his ears. His face had changed too. The softness from before was gone, replaced by sharper features and a more hardened look. But his green eyes were still the same.
***
Kieeeek.
Wox opened the door and stepped outside. The sun hung low in the sky, its fading light slipping through the tall trees surrounding the cabin.
He had spent most of the day fixing the cabin, reinforcing the door and patching a hole in the roof. Then he decided to go to the nearby town.
Lasol Town was about a twenty-minute walk away. It was not a large town. Just a few streets lined with modest houses, a market square, and the usual shops one would expect in a quiet place like this. But it was always busy. Merchants traveling to the capital passed through regularly, and the town’s mercenary office gave them a reason to stop and hire guards for the road ahead.
Wox locked the door securely. Out of habit, he inspected the cabin for a moment, even though he knew no one would come all the way out here. Then he started walking toward the town.
After moving from place to place, Wox arrived in Lasol Town five years ago. That was when he decided to stay here for the time being. He never liked crowded places. Living away from people was simply easier, so he built his cabin at the outskirts of the town.
Still, he visited the town from time to time, and there were a few places he usually went.
One of them was Clyde’s Tavern.
***
After walking for a while, Wox arrived in the town. As usual, the first place he headed to was the tavern where he often drank.
He pushed the door open.
The moment he stepped inside, the sounds of drunken laughter and clashing mugs filled the room.
A faint crease formed between his brows, and he clicked his tongue.
The only reason Wox came to this tavern was because it was quieter than most others in the town.
Unlike the crowded taverns near the market square, this one rarely had many customers. Most of the time, there were more empty tables than occupied ones.
Which was exactly the way Wox preferred it.
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