Reason

Rem walked through the quiet streets of Sorin City, his footsteps light against the stone pavement.

The distant hum of commerce filled the air — muted voices of merchants conducting business, the occasional clatter of hooves against cobblestone, the rustle of papers from late-night scribes.

The city never truly slept. Even after everything that had transpired, the world moved on as if nothing had happened.

His clothes, miraculously, bore no scent of blood, no trace of the battle he had just fought.

But that didn't mean the weight of it wasn't pressing against him. His mind was restless, filled with thoughts of the man — the thing — he had faced tonight.

That smile. That presence. That hatred.

It was familiar.

Rem frowned as he approached the inn, nodding briefly at the half-asleep receptionist who barely acknowledged his return.