Hunter 16: A Sense of Belonging

Hunter 16: A Sense of Belonging

I woke up with a sense of tranquility, the events of the previous night feeling like a distant dream. I stretched, enjoying the warmth of my bed and the gentle morning light filtering through the window. However, my contentment was short-lived.

I blinked, my vision slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. As the fog of sleep lifted, the events of the previous night began to flood in my mind. I remembered meeting Miss Elina, the terrifying encounter with the rogues, and most importantly, meeting that silver-eyed man again.

A shiver ran down my spine as I recalled the terrifying ordeal, the near-death experience that had haunted me in my dreams. I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest. The events were so vivid, so real, that it was hard to believe they had happened.

Yet, the physical evidence was undeniable. My hair, the soft, silky texture of my pristine white locks, was a constant reminder of the extraordinary events that had unfolded. The dream