"Sigh… it's too hard to handle these situations," Lucian muttered, dragging a hand through his messy black hair, fingers slipping through the strands in frustration.
The System offered no reply.
"These are the times I miss that bastard Max," he exhaled again, voice softer, almost wistful. "Don't even know how that motherfucker is doing now..."
His feet moved on their own as he followed the path the system had mapped out for him earlier. He didn't care where it led his thoughts were heavier than his steps.
And then… Cassandra.
That damn complicated mess still gnawed at his mind.
What was his answer to her?
