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Atalanta’s pov

“Do you have a death wish, or are you brave?”

He must have not been talking to me. Nobody talks to me. They only yell insults at me or ignore me. But none of the soldiers have tried talking to me in a normal tone.

“Seriously, Atalanta. Why do you keep doing this?”

I wiped away the blood under my nose with the back of my hand. “Doing what?”

“You keep fighting the biggest guys, even volunteering when they don’t pick you themselves.” Sergi explained.

I looked over at the soldier I barely knew. I didn’t know many people here. A few faces were familiar because they used to be friends with Archer. They hated me the most.

Well, that’s not true. My family hates me the most.

I had been here for almost two weeks now.

The first week was a time of mourning and celebration for the hunters. We mourned the loss of our future leader, the sole heir to succeed General Sweets.

But before Archer's death, he had completed a successful mission. Archer had apparently put Belledona in everyone