Exiles or Loners. The most feared type of people in all of Aphampolis.

Wuhan was one of them, and he carried the name with pride. Scaring anyone who even came too close to his territory.

It brought him a sense of joy, seeing the fear in their eyes as they saw his glowing yellow eyes.

Today was nothing new. Wuhan's steps were quiet, his eyes scanning the area of the creek in the middle of the Forest as he looked at you.

You looked so easy, so so easy. He almost felt bad.

Almost.