CHAPTER 28 - Wicked Love

　　Tania’s Pov

　　Was raised as a brutal child.

　　My village, Blood of Ferals, renown for being fast and dangerous warriors ate mostly meat. It was to be really strong.

　　My parents were respectful villagers, who sadly passed away on the same day.

　　It was one of the attacks and I was so little.

　　I remember thinking they’ll actually come back, laugh and pat my head. Telling me it was a silly joke.

　　They never did.

　　My grandma took it from there.

　　“Listen, kid.” she’d say.

　　“There are two kinds of people in this world.”

　　“People that care. And people that don’t give a fuck.”

　　“You decide the one you’d be.”

　　Grandma was more like a badass. She'd wear an eye-patch like a pirate and smoke leaves to make her thoughts disappear.

　　I didn’t know what she tried to forget, but whatever it was certainly wasn’t good.

　　Grandma worked with the sea, selling illegal goods.