“Sure.” Ethan grinned. “It’s gonna be a long story though. I’ll have to start from the very day I ran away from Razor.”
“Why not? We still have plenty of time.” I grinned back.
Ethan found a comfortable position on the sofa to lean against and pondered for a moment. Then, he slowly began his story, “Back then, I stabbed a hooligan to death before buying a train ticket and running away the same night. You should remember this, right?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “I only learned about it the next day in school. Cloud and I searched for you for a long time, you know.”
“Hehe, sorry. I was so scared and panicked at the time that I didn’t even get to tell my mom and dad about it, much less anyone else,” Ethan said with a chuckle. “I remember that I only had enough money to buy a train ticket. I didn’t
