Deepwood Weald i thought nothing could go wrong.

She kept being pleasant. It was hard to hate someone so naive. He merely stared at the woman, lifting a brow in silent awe. He wished he was cut from the same cloth as her. All he was... he was angry. Pissed off at the world. Mad at every little thing. Looking for a fight and looking for the negative.

He didn't need peace. He didn't need an island. The further away he was from the coast, the better. But still... it was probably cause Hua was so nice to him that he felt himself drawn in. Paradise, huh? Sounded better than roaming around, full of hunger and bile. Shit, she was quiet now. What should he say?

"Can I join?" he blurts out, hating the silence.