13: Scars

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but… I missed this rabbit hole!" He smirked as he walked out of the teleportation base.

Without wasting a single beat, Creed rushed towards his rented room in the public shelter and put on his hunting kevlar. The grim smell of lingering blood and leather ruffled several memories of panic, hysteria, and adventure. Although it only lasted four months, it felt like forever.

Creed put on the kevlar and left the flat. His fingertips danced over his watch, pulling out directions to a specific location. He looked at the time and rushed.

He pulled up his cloth mask and jogged the entire way until he reached a standalone building away from the prime area. At the edge of the public shelter's inner boundary, desolate from buildings and liveliness.

A familiar lavish tavern finally panned out in his vision. This was the same tavern where he met all the 'Rha' members for the first time. He was heading toward the restaurant with a rational mind. It was about time he