He’s not a threat.

As we departed, I said goodbye to the old bed that served me for several years thinking that I would never come back here.

We then departed and rided on the carriage, not expecting what would happen.

The journey to Isberia takes around a week so we needed to camp outside every night and take a pause every now and then to hunt rabbits or sheeps.

The first half of our journey took exactly 42 hours.

we decided to stop to have our lunch, nothing is better than a sheep and a turkey hunt to fill our bellies.

We caught several of them and decided to cook them up. After burning and eating them, we decided to depart again.

30 minutes later, my road was interrupted by a group of 3 bandits: "Get out of this carriage and leave the horse to us if you value your life."

002 then on guard comes to warn me inside the carriage that bandits are waiting for us and are telling us to get out. a evilly smile then seized over me "The red eye, it was because of that then?" I then got out of the carriage, hiding my two knives behind and looking scared. I spent all this time creating the effigy of a weak being, to trap people like them, my muscles and my scars are hidden behind my clothes, nothing can make them think that I am a threat to them.

Slowly advancing while "crying" and asking them "Why us? What have we done to you?"

"Nothing, it's just fun." On these words, a hatred without depth was created, I don't care about acting anymore, or even the consequences of my actions, I will kill them three, in the most painful way possible. He then approached me and asked my name, and a good idea then crossed my mind.

"Hawfins, the one with me is just my bodyguard, no need to know his name." It was with these words that he did not know what to say, he went to see his comrades for ten seconds and then came back to say "we are going to take your carriage but also take you hostage." they then decided to imprison us, me and 002. But why Would they imprison, us you may ask?

The answer to this is very simple, it's simply because the Hawfins family is one of the well-known families in the capital, its history is unparalleled and the successes the family has achieved have lifted it to a stage almost equal to that of the royal family. but those brainless thugs don't care about that, they think I'm an important person in the family tree, and ransoming me for my freedom would benefit them. But to be honest, I had planned it. They continued on their way, us behind the carriage, until night fell. They tied us to the back of the carriage and left to move into their camps. I counted every minute, every second, until I heard no sound. Exactly 10853 seconds. I took the knives from my pocket and cut the chains that held me hostage.

Leaving the carriage, I looked at the sleeping figure of 002 for a last time and got down from the carriage. I then saw a camp set up and the explosive hatred I had contained came to me then.

"The massacre begins."

I said while taking my daggers out.