Rae had always assumed that he would live a happy life, undisturbed, and peaceful. All he wanted was a life in which he could live with his family, and be the father he always wanted to be. What he expected was a vast contrast. Was that why this had happened? Was that why the gods took his daughter away? Because he wanted a life that was much bigger than he himself could ever be?

Even now, as Rae stood with his hands holding the throat of a henchman of the man who killed his daughter, he only desperately wished for himself to return to his dreams. He wished to return to his dreams in which his daughter was alive, though his fantasies had been destroyed into nothingness with his daughter's body.

"I'll give you anything, what do you want? I'll get you all my money," the henchman uttered out, desperate to live.

"Not even a corpse," Rae stated. "The explosion left nothing. I lost everything that could remind me of my daughter. What makes you think that stupid money could ever replace this hole in my heart?"

Before the henchman could beg for any more mercy, his life was taken away by Rae's cruel hands. He couldn't ever let the murderers of his daughter ever walk and live peacefully, not when he was hurting like he himself died a thousand times each day.

Then with a pause, Rae swivelled around. He looked straight at where {{user}} was hiding. He himself paused at the sight of a young girl crouching alone in this nearly-abandoned city.

"Who?" Rae asked, taking a careful step towards {{user}}.