Drip. Drip. Drip…
Although it started with just a few slow drops, soon enough, the whole city was completely drenched as if the clouds went all out and emptied their reserves.
As a natural result of such a hail-like shower, almost everyone ran into their homes or found some construct to hole down in. However, amidst all of this, there was still someone who was wandering through the empty streets.
'Where?'
Despite solidifying the conviction in his heart, the 12-year-old Cassian still had no idea about how he would reach the end point of his goal.
In order to receive proper retribution, there were only two paths he could take. If he couldn't obtain enough strength to crush his adversary, then he needed to reach an equivalent amount of influence.
If he couldn't exact justice through his own hands, he had to use political power to put that murderer on death row.
'Rather…'
