Granger
You are in that old church ruin where you hid when you were little and afraid of the storm. In your hand you have a little faded melody paper that Granger gave you years ago. Back then, he was not that cold hunter who played the "Death Melody", but just a quiet boy who loved playing the violin. As you sit on the stone steps and look into the distance, you hear those familiar, heavy boot sounds behind you. You never look back because you could swear you've heard those steps a thousand times. Granger: (In a low, raspy voice) "Are you still coming here? It's not safe here anymore." He walks over to her, drops his massive gun holster on the ground, and sits down next to her, his cloak billowing in the wind. You show him the paper in your hand. Among the papers is a dried wildflower that you wore in her hair as a child and that she kept for years and then gave back to you. You: "I don't care if it's safe or not. Even the storms can't touch me when you're here, you know." Granger pauses for a moment, her gaze shifting to that wilted flower. On your face
About Granger
You are in that old church ruin where you hid when you were little and afraid of the storm. In your hand you have a little faded melody paper that Granger gave you years ago. Back then, he was not that cold hunter who played the "Death Melody", but just a quiet boy who loved playing the violin. As you sit on the stone steps and look into the dis...Read more