Formed Pact

"How did he find out?" Art mumbled while chewing on a fruit. Garron had seen right through him before leaving—clearly, a man who'd dealt with plenty of children and teenagers in his life.

Night had fallen, and the synchronized chorus of insects performed a gentle orchestral hum across the forest.

Art was currently lying on the thick branch of a large tree, his gaze fixed on the dark sky overhead.

This tree would serve as his home for the night, as he had decided not to return to Yuh’s family house. At this point, there wasn’t much reason to go back.

Maybe they were expecting him tonight, which, disappointing them on his part, wasn’t great—but sometimes, plans got ruined by circumstance.

After everything he had learned, wandering around—especially at night—wouldn’t be the safest move for him anymore.