✦ Prologue ✦
After what I saw in the combat hall, my blood turned cold.
My aunt told me to pretend nothing happened.
We fought. I left.
I should've stayed. I should've listened.
But that night… I ran away.
And that night… I saw him.
The national hero.
Blood on his hands.
A face carved from stone, cold and unreadable.
I froze. My mind went blank.
I didn't know what to say. What to think.
But the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them:
"You're going to pay for this."