Kai and Mani stood still on the deserted street, the silence broken only by the distant sounds of the town. Mani still clutched the half-eaten apple, her eyes fixed on Kai, a look of genuine surprise on her face. He had braced himself for disbelief, for accusations of madness. He expected her to dismiss it all, to call him crazy. But she had said she wanted to listen, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to tell her the whole truth. He steeled himself, his palms clenching into fists, and swallowed, waiting for the inevitable rejection.

"What do you mean, you couldn't die?" Mani asked, her voice soft.

"I... I just can't," Kai replied, his voice a low rasp. He didn't know how to explain it.

"I don't understand," Mani said, her brow furrowing with concern. "What happened exactly?"

Kai's eyes widened. She hadn't called him mad. She hadn't dismissed it as impossible, as a lie, or as insanity. She wanted to know what had happened. She wanted to understand why. The realization sparked a small, painful ache in his chest. His fists tightened, beginning to tremble slightly. He looked away, his gaze fixed on the ground as he resumed walking, slowly.

Mani fell into step beside him. "You might not believe me," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "but I'm going to tell you anyway. When the house burned down, as I told you… I burned with it. But from those ashes… I somehow survived." He paused, the memory still vivid in his mind. "The townspeople… they were shocked. Shocked that I lived, and that there wasn't a single scar, not even a burn mark, on my skin."

"What? But that's impossible," Mani said, her voice laced with disbelief. Then, her eyes widened, a flicker of understanding in them. "Unless... unless you used some kind of skill."

Kai shook his head. "I don't have any skills. Not that I know of," he said, the words heavy with frustration.

"But then... how do you explain...?"

Kai cut her off, his voice raw. "That's what I'm saying! I don't know how it happened. All I know is that I survived. It was… it was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I knew I had died. I burned. I felt everything." His voice trembled, the memory still searing.

Something stirred within Mani, a strange, unsettling feeling. She understood pain, agony. She'd felt it herself. But this... this reaction within her, it was as if something thrived on Kai's suffering. She recognized it as the Soul Eater, and she loathed it. She fought to suppress the feeling, her jaw clenching as she battled the darkness within.

Kai noticed her silence, her gaze fixed on the ground, a shadow of sadness on her face. He didn't understand. He assumed she felt sorry for him, that her expression was a reflection of his pain.

He continued, the bitterness returning to his tone. "I found out… well, it was more of a rumor… that the townspeople… they took their time putting out the fire. They weren't in a hurry. Almost as if they didn't want to." The words hung in the air, a testament to the town's cruelty.

"But why would they do that?" Mani asked, her voice tight with confusion.

"I told you," Kai replied, his voice flat. "The townspeople hated my father. A lot."

"Just… for enforcing the law?"

Kai let out a short, humorless chuckle. "Yeah." He paused, a shadow of regret crossing his face. "Turns out even the other guards disliked him. Even the ones who agreed with him. They didn't want to be hated by the town, too. So, they didn't…" His voice trailed off, as if he were holding back a damning confession.

Mani pressed, "But who started the fire?"

Kai looked at her as they walked, his gaze meeting hers. "Everyone knew it was Gerald. It was obvious. He was the one who truly hated my father. Always went out of his way to cause trouble."

"By himself?"

"No," Kai said. "He had help." He paused, the memory of that night still raw. "From that night on… they called my survival a miracle."

"They didn't believe you," Mani stated, her voice taking on a knowing tone.

"No," Kai confirmed, his voice bitter. "I tried to tell them. They just said I was a kid. Said I probably just felt the heat."

"How old were you?"

Kai looked at Mani, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "I was ten."

Mani's eyes widened. "Ten? You were so young…"

"Yeah," Kai said, the memory of his childhood abruptly returning. "I was just a kid back then."

"Did they catch him?"

"Yes," Kai replied, the grim finality in his tone. "And when they interrogated him, he exposed all his accomplices. They were all executed."

Mani said nothing, the weight of the story settling heavily between them. The only sound was the crunch of their footsteps on the path.

"When they were executed… I went to live with my grandmother. After the funeral."

Kai's voice was quiet, distant, like he was watching the memory from far away.

"I still remember it clearly. They wrapped my parents in cloth. They'd been burned, not to ash, but… enough that I couldn't recognize them."

"I'm sorry," Mani said softly, her voice low and heavy, weighted with something that felt like real sorrow.

Kai didn't reply. Just walked, eyes fixed ahead, absorbing her pity like rain on dry stone, grateful, but not healed.

After a few steps, he continued, quieter now.

"Years passed. I lived with her. She sold fruits and seeds at the market. But things got rough. People stopped buying. Mostly… because of her reputation. The way she acted. The way she *was*."

He swallowed. "So I started helping her. And for a while… things got better."

He slowed, gaze dropping to the cobblestones as if searching for the past in their cracks.

"Until…" His voice tightened. "Until they started saying something was wrong with me. That I was acting like her. That my emotions were all over the place."

He clenched his fists. Stopped walking.

"That I was… unstable."

He stood near a moss-streaked wall, shoulders hunched, breath shallow. Then, almost to himself, voice trembling with disbelief:

"Can you believe that? *Me?* Unstable?"

He turned to Mani, suddenly, sharply, and in the dim alley light, his eyes glowed faintly crimson, like banked embers stirred to life.

"How *dare* they?" His voice cracked, raw with fury. "How *dare* they call me unstable?"

His fist slammed into the wall, a single, thunderous thud that echoed off the stone.

"They didn't doo *anything*," he spat, voice shaking. "They just *watched*. Pretended to help. And then," He laughed, bitter, broken. "—they called *me* fucking unstable?"

Kai's breath hitched, his knuckles still white as they pressed against the rough stone. He held Mani's gaze, searching for a reaction. Her eyes widened, her posture stiffening slightly as if startled by his outburst. The brief flicker of fear, then understanding in them. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice hoarse, immediately regretting his display of anger.

"No," Mani said quickly, her voice a balm. "It's okay. You don't have to be."

Kai was taken aback. He hadn't expected such a response.

"Kai, I don't think you're unstable," she continued, her voice gaining strength, her gaze steady. "I just think… that people don't understand you. Those people in Galatia… they did terrible things. They didn't save your family when they could. And after… after your family died, they just turned on you. For responding to it. It's the trauma. It clearly affected you, the way it should. That was your family, Kai." She paused, her voice softening, a gentle hand reaching out as if she wanted to touch him. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

As the words washed over him, something inside Kai shattered. It was the same comfort his grandmother had offered, but her voice lacked the care. It was a faint echo of Miss Mandy's words, but Mani's voice rang with genuine concern. It began to dawn on him. Kai despised the people of Galatia, and himself even more. He despised living, existing in a world without his parents. He hated this life, the path he was forced to tread. He hated… he despised everything. But all this hate, all this burning fury, had always broken down into a deep, abiding sorrow.

Unknowingly, Kai's eyes, reflecting Mani's expression, began to well with tears. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek, then another, until a steady stream spilled onto the ground. He simply sank down, his back hunching, his hands flying up to cover his eyes. Shame, a deep, consuming shame, washed over him. He began to wipe away the tears, shoulders shaking.

"No, please don't cry," Mani said softly.

"I'm sorry," Kai choked out, the words thick with emotion. He scrubbed at his face, his voice broken. "I'm sorry." He sniffed, the tears refusing to cease. "It's just… it always happens. When you finally find someone… someone who understands… who knows you're not…" He paused, his voice cracking, as he struggled to control his emotions. "Unstable."

A shudder racked his frame. He looked up, his gaze meeting hers, then quickly darted away. "And… they… he sniffed again, wiping his nose, "they just disappear." A sob escaped, a muffled sound, as if he was trying to suppress the pain from coming out of his mouth, but it still leaked. "Just like you are." He buried his face in his hands, his body wracked with silent sobs.

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Mani felt a wave of genuine sorrow for Kai, but beneath it, a familiar, unwelcome feeling arose. This thing, this presence inside of her, was thriving. It was almost as if it was dancing, dancing from Kai's sounds, His cries of pain were music to its very being,it was almost as if she was getting torn apart inside, she felt sorry, she felt two things at the same time, of course the other one wasn't her, it can't be her.

She lowered herself to the ground, crouching beside him. Hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing his shoulder, a touch that sent a slight tremor through his body. "Please don't cry," she repeated, her voice steady. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

Kai sniffed again, his voice still thick with emotion. "You're lying," he accused, but there was no real heat behind the words. "I'm not stupid, you know. I know you have a life…"

"Yes," Mani interrupted gently, "but I wouldn't have a life if it wasn't for you. So, please… you don't have to cry. I'm right here. I won't go anywhere."

Kai stopped, sniffing, and looked at her, his eyes red-rimmed and vulnerable. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, puppy-dog eyes searching hers.

Mani met his gaze, her expression softening. She smiled back, a genuine, comforting smile. "Yes. Really. I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay," Kai said, a hint of resignation in his voice. Even as he said it, he knew that Mani would eventually have to leave, but a small part of him still clung to the hope that she would stay, even for a little while longer. He slowly straightened, wiping the remaining tears from his face. "Come on," he said, and a genuine smile, a flash of pure joy, bloomed on his face. He turned to her, his expression radiant, and extended his hand. "Let's go."

Mani was taken aback. Only moments ago, he had been drowning in sorrow. Now… genuine happiness? He truly looked happy. It was as if the pain hadn't even been there, or perhaps he was just very good at pretending, but he didn't look to be the type. The duality was mesmerizing. She said, "Oh, yes, let's get going." And she stood.

"We're pretty close to the lake," Kai said, his pace quickening.

"Oh, yeah, I recognize this place," Mani replied, looking around. As they entered a street with fewer houses and fewer people, the destination became clearer. They were approaching the town square.

The town square bustled with life. A well stood in the center, a gathering place for the townsfolk. Children darted about, their laughter echoing. Women chatted in small groups, their voices a low hum. The temple stood in the distance, its spire reaching towards the sky, and other buildings. The guild hall, however, dwarfed everything else, a testament to the hunters who came and went, completing quests, and registering their names.

Mani caught up to Kai. He looked at her, and said, "You asked me how I got here? After my grandmother died…" He paused, his gaze drifting to the well. "I couldn't stay. I was too young. People… they didn't want anything to do with me." He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself against the memories. "So… one day, a supply caravan was leaving Galatia. I… I stowed away. I had to get out. Everyone knew me. Everyone hated me."

Mani's eyes widened. "Wait," she said, incredulous. "So you left your home... because people didn't like you?"

Kai's cheeks flushed slightly. "Well, I thought there wasn't any use living there. Since I couldn't sell anything, the crops were going bad, and no one wanted to help me, so I took all the money I had and I came here and since then I've been living here, homeless..." The last word trailed off, as if he was trying to hide how bad his life was at the time.

Mani shook her head slowly, looking at Kai with disbelief. It was a clear unspoken message. Kai was ashamed. He avoided her gaze, as if he had just revealed a foolish secret.

"You shouldn't have left," Mani said, her voice quiet but firm as she stopped walking.

Kai stopped as well, turning to face her, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh? But... why?"

"Look at you now," Mani said, her voice rising slightly. "You're suffering. It's even worse. Not only do you think everyone hates you here, but you also don't have a home anymore. You made a very stupid decision."

"You don't understand," Kai snapped, his voice tight. "It was suffocating! Being looked down on every single day, Almost like I was stain to the entire town. I was just a kid, alright? I know now it was stupid…" His voice trailed off, his shoulders slumping. He looked down at the ground, as if he was ashamed of his choices, and then he added, "But... I still don't want to go back there." He looked up, his gaze distant. "My parents died there. I would rather be hated here… than go back and see all those people… People who saw me grow up… and didn't even bother to help. It's not the same with strangers. At least… I expect that from them."

Mani stared at him, her expression shifting. The concern and sadness were gone, replaced by a look almost of annoyance. Then, with a sigh, she seemed to relax. She passed by Kai, continuing to walk towards the lake, her shoulders now straightened with a sigh. Kai fell into step beside her.

They had reached the well, a solitary stone structure,, its circular rim worn smooth by years of use, the air around it cool and damp with the faint, mineral tang of underground water seeping up from below. A bucket stood precariously on the rim, its rusted metal handle dangling limp, another identical one resting nearby on the ground, rope coiled loosely like a sleeping snake.

Mani stood there, staring into the well's depths, her posture still and thoughtful. She leaned forward slightly, peeking inside to see the clean water reflecting the vast blue sky above, its surface a shimmering mirror distorting passing clouds with gentle ripples.Kai approached her, boots scraping softly on the gritty path, a knot of regret twisting in his gut. "I'm sorry," he said, voice rough and low, carrying the sting of his earlier outburst. "All right... I was just a kid back then. My grandmother got sick, really sick and she died. No one helped, even though they knew. So after that, I... I just..."

"I just didn't want to stay there anymore," Kai murmured, voice cracking slightly under the weight of old decisions, the words hanging in the cool, damp air around the well like mist rising from its depths. "I didn't want to live there."

Mani turned to him, her expression etched with fresh concern, brows knitting together as her hands rested on the well's rough stone rim, fingers tracing the cool, moss-flecked grooves worn smooth by countless palms. "You don't have to apologize," she said softly, her tone laced with empathy that wrapped around him like a gentle breeze stirring the faint, mineral scent of the water below. "You're right. I'm sorry for saying you made a stupid decision earlier, even if it was kind of true. You were still just a kid back then."

Kai met her gaze, a small smile breaking through the shadows on his face, genuine and relieved, chasing away the lingering tension in his chest. He chuckled lightly, the sound rough but warm, easing the knot in his throat. "Yeah."

He placed his hands on the rim beside hers, the stone chilled and gritty against his skin, grounding him as he leaned forward slightly, the well's echo amplifying the distant drip of water far below.

Suddenly, a sharp voice sliced through the quiet from behind them, a woman in a flowing brown dress, her footsteps crunching on the path like brittle leaves. "Hey! Hey, boy, what do you think you're doing there?"

Kai yanked his hands away from the rim as if burned, heart jolting with a familiar surge of humiliation that flushed his cheeks hot. "Oh, sorry, I was just trying to get some water."

The woman's face twisted in disgust, lips curling like she'd smelled something foul, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Get away from there! We don't need your filthy hands anywhere near it. And step back from that woman too, you're disturbing her. You probably reek."

Kai retreated a step, shoulders hunching instinctively, the sting of her words landing like a slap, bitter and sharp, tightening his jaw as he averted his eyes to the ground, the cobblestones blurring under a wave of shame.

Mani whipped around, surprise flashing across her features at how quickly Kai complied, yielding to the cruelty without protest, a quiet fire igniting in her chest. "Hey, excuse me," she said firmly, voice steady and edged with indignation, stepping closer to Kai until their arms nearly brushed, her presence a solid shield. "But he's with me."

The woman blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"You heard me," Mani repeated, chin lifting defiantly, her grip tightening on the well's rim until her knuckles paled. "Stop being rude to him, calling him all these things. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

The woman's shock morphed into scorn, a scoff escaping her as she crossed her arms, fabric rustling sharply. "What? But that's absurd. Why would you walk with this... thing? It's obviously beneath you."

"Beneath me? How stupid can you be?" Mani retorted, her voice sharp and steady, cutting through the quiet air around the well like a blade through silk. "You say he's beneath me—beneath *you*—but here you are, taking your precious time to insult him, calling him names. Honestly, people like you are the lowest of the low." She closed her eyes briefly, picking at her ear with casual indifference, as if the woman's presence was nothing more than a mild itch, a faint annoyance amid the well's damp, echoing stillness.

The woman staggered back a step, her brown dress swishing against the cobblestones with a soft rustle, face flushing with indignation. "What? How dare you, you're insignificant—"

"What?" Mani interrupted, her eyes snapping open wide, a faint white glow flickering in their depths, ethereal and chilling, mirroring the soul eater's hue. The glow pulsed subtly, casting an unnatural pallor on her skin under the midday sun.

The woman locked eyes with her and froze, breath hitching in a sharp gasp, an unfamiliar terror gripping her chest, primal, instinctive, like the dread of a predator's gaze in the dark. It clawed at her insides, a cold sweat beading on her brow despite the warm breeze stirring the air with hints of distant woodsmoke. She sensed, deep in her bones, that her next words could unleash something perilous, harm coiling just beneath Mani's surface. With a guttural grunt, she spun on her heel and hurried away, boots clacking rapidly against the stones, fading into the alley's shadows.

Mani's eyes dimmed back to their natural blue, the glow vanishing like mist burned off by the sun, leaving her blinking in genuine surprise, a slight tremor in her hands as she steadied herself against the well's rim. *What the hell was that?* she thought, heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and unease. She'd never summoned such intimidation before, her skills had always been different, subtler. Was this a new power, awakened by the soul eater's presence within her, twisting her essence in unforeseen ways?

Kai stared at her, wide-eyed, a rush of gratitude flooding his chest, warming him against the chill of habitual rejection. "Whoa. Thank you."

Mani waved it off, though her pulse still thrummed erratically, the well's cool stone grounding her palms. "It's no problem. Honestly, what's wrong with these people? It's not just that they don't care about you... they genuinely hate you. It's strange."

Kai let out a soft chuckle, wry and tinged with resignation, the sound rough in his throat as he leaned against the well, the faint drip of water below echoing his hollow amusement. "I know. I never figured out why. I just... accepted it." He turned to her, crimson eyes softening with rare vulnerability, the weight of isolation lifting just a fraction in her presence. "I can't remember the last time someone spoke up for me."

"Don't worry about it," Mani said, her voice firm yet casual, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned against the well's rim, the stone cool and unyielding under her elbows. "If anyone says anything again, I'll just shoo them off."

Kai smiled, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks like spilled ink, crimson eyes darting down to the ground where scattered pebbles gleamed under the sun's slanting rays, his heart skipping a beat at her effortless defense.

Mani gripped the rope attached to the bucket, her fingers coiling around the frayed fibers with a subtle rasp, and yanked it downward, tossing the bucket into the well with a splash that echoed up from the depths, water rippling outward in concentric circles, carrying a fresh, mineral tang on the rising mist.

Kai pulled his hands from the well's rim, palms tingling from the chill stone, a wave of caution tightening his chest, he didn't want to draw more stares, more venom. It was a relief having Mani fend them off, her words a shield he'd never known, but the last thing he needed was to burden her, to make her fight his battles in this indifferent town.

Mani hauled the bucket back up effortlessly, water sloshing over the sides with a rhythmic gurgle, droplets pattering onto the rim like scattered rain. She set it down with a solid thud, not a grunt or strain crossing her features, the metal handle clinking faintly against the stone.

Kai's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face like a spark. "Wow, you're pretty strong."

Mani glanced at him, a playful glint in her blue eyes, though a subtle thrill hummed beneath her skin. "Yeah, you're just flattering me. This bucket isn't that heavy."

Kai shook his head, peering at the dripping vessel, its weight evident in the way it settled firmly on the rim. "Well, actually, it is."

She paused, staring at the bucket, a realization dawning. *Now that I think about it, he's right. This thing should be a lot heavier.* First the earlier feats, now this; strength surging through her veins like an unbidden current. A quiet excitement bubbled in her chest, quickening her pulse, was this what the soul eater meant? Power accumulating over time, not just spells weaving through her mind, but her very body hardening, growing formidable?

Kai's voice broke through her reverie, pulling her back with a gentle tug. "So, you said you were going to make a cup for me?"

Mani blinked, snapping out of it, a sheepish smile curving her lips. "Ah, yes, right."

Mani opened her palm, and suddenly three small droplets of water materialized above it, hovering like dewdrops caught in midair. They swelled gradually, rippling and shimmering as if freshly blown bubbles, their surfaces catching the sunlight in prismatic glints. The droplets elongated into translucent strings, weaving and knotting together with a soft, whispering hum, coalescing into a crystal cup, delicate yet sturdy, slightly oversized for her hand, its facets gleaming like polished glass.

She passed it to Kai with a warm smile, her fingers brushing his lightly, sending a faint tingle up his arm. Kai's eyes widened, transfixed by the entire process unfolding before him, the water's ethereal dance, the way it solidified into something tangible and beautiful, a spark of wonder igniting in his chest.

"Wow, thank you," he said, voice hushed with awe, taking the cup gingerly, its smooth, cool surface surprising against his callused skin.

Mani nodded toward the bucket on the well's rim. "Drink up."

Kai dipped the cup into the brimming bucket, water sloshing with a clear, inviting gurgle, then pressed his lips to the rim. The crystal felt sleek like fine glass, chilled from the well's depths. He drank deeply, the fresh, crisp water rushing down his throat, quenching a thirst that ran deeper than the physical, a satisfied sigh escaping him as droplets lingered on his chin.

He set the cup down on the well's stone rim with a soft clink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the cool residue leaving a refreshing tingle on his skin. "That tasted great ," he said, a genuine grin breaking through, eyes lighting up. "It's almost like the cup made it better."

Kai glanced at Mani, his smile fading as he caught her serious expression, brows furrowed slightly, lips pressed in quiet resolve. "What?"

"Kai, you know I'm going to have to leave, right?"

He clenched his fist, knuckles whitening, and looked down at the cobblestones, their uneven surfaces scattered with faint puddles reflecting the sky. "Yes, I already knew that." Forcing a smile, he lifted his eyes to hers, though it didn't quite reach the ache in his chest. "But it's okay. You don't have to worry about me."

Mani tilted her head, strands of hair swaying gently in the breeze whispering through the square, her curiosity softening the gravity in her tone. "How old are you?"

Kai straightened slightly. "I'm eighteen."

Mani's eyes widened, not dramatically, but enough to show genuine surprise. She'd known he was young… but not *this* young.

"If you don't mind me asking…" Kai added, glancing at her, "how old are you?"

She smiled, small, warm. "Twenty-two."

Kai took an involuntary step back. "What? You're *twenty-two*?"

Mani chuckled softly. "Yeah. I get that a lot."

"But you look so young," he said, brows furrowed. "I thought you were maybe… just a year older than me."

"Well," she said, her smile fading into something quieter, "I'm not as young as I look."

Kai looked down, then murmured, almost to himself: "...Clearly."

Mani's expression softened, then turned serious. She studied him for a long moment before asking, voice gentle but direct:

"Kai… you don't want me to leave, right?"

He looked up, startled. Then, quickly: "Yeah. I don't want you to." He hesitated, fingers curling at his sides. "But… I don't want to burden you with anything."

"You wouldn't be," she said firmly. Then, after a breath: "What if I told you there was a way I could stay by your side… for much longer?"

Kai blinked. "Really? How?"

Mani exhaled, as if steeling herself. "You already know I'm a crystal mage. And a hunter. I was part of the Black Cloud Guild."

She met his eyes. "What if… you became a hunter too? With me."

Kai's breath caught. "Become a… hunter?"

"Yeah." Her voice grew warmer, earnest. "I'll help you register. We'll hunt together. You'll be by my side all the time. We'll grow stronger. Earn real money."

She paused, then added softly: "And who knows? Maybe in time… you'll be able to buy yourself a home."

Kai's heart skipped.

He repeated the words like a prayer, voice barely above a whisper: "Buy myself… a home."

"Yeah," Mani replied.

Kai looked up at the sky, eyes tracing the slow drift of clouds. For a moment, he let himself imagine it: a small house with a real door, clothes that didn't smell of dust and sweat, his belly full not by luck, but by routine. A life where he wasn't flinching at every glance.

*Yeah,* he thought. "Yes. If it's possible… I want to be a hunter."

"Right," Mani said, already turning. "Let's go get you registered."

But as she stepped away, Kai called out, "Wait."

She turned back, brows lifting. "Huh?"

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. "This might be a little late… but… what's your name?"

Mani smiled, soft, genuine. "Mani. My name is Mani."

"Mani…" he repeated, the name quiet on his tongue, like something precious he wasn't sure he was allowed to hold.

She turned again, gesturing for him to follow. "Come on. Let's go."

Kai fell into step behind her, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at his lips as they made their way toward the guild hall. He was going to register as a hunter.

For the first time in years, he wasn't just surviving. He was moving forward.

His mind, he remembered what Miss Mandy once told him, that someday he would find a kind person to help him, even if it wasn't today or tomorrow, maybe even not for a year.

And he heard his grandmother's words echoing in his head, spoken long ago while he was helping her: Not all angels have wings.

But little did I know, not all devils have wings either.

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