"Who are you?"
The voice asking Caelan's query sounded loud. Ice-carved messages were hurled between us. He never left the boulder. He shook everywhere but didn't raise his sword.
The wind howled and blew snow like a sheet. Snow made it difficult for the four gunmen. The moment was fragile, long, and strained.
I spoke. Can you explain? What's your regret? I died verbally. What can I do?My thief mother gave it to me. I'm hurt. I can't stop. Everything is correct. Everything here is pointless.
I remained silent.
I turned away from him and his sorrowful gaze as I climbed the hill. After the ghost left, every step hurt my ankle. I kept going. I couldn't.
A bit later, I heard him walking behind me. They accelerated and gained weight. He kept following, but we were no longer close. It was
