Kael
I walked through the doors of our headquarters, but today it felt different. It felt like I was a stranger returning to a place I once knew, but somehow it had grown distant from me.
I walked through the long corridor, filled with agents and administrative personnel going about their daily routines. However, as they all spotted me heading toward the elevator bank, everyone paused mid-conversation and whatever they were doing.
I could feel their eyes following me as though I were a ghost that returned from death. I couldn't blame them. The last time anyone here had seen me, I'd been their star operative. The best fighter, I was called cold and ruthless.
Now, I looked like exactly what I was: a man who'd been slowly dying from the inside out for the past several weeks. Since Charis's so-called death, I'd been nothing but a shell.
Their whispers trailed after me as I walked by.
He's finally back.
Thought he quit.
Is he alright? Look how he looks.
