Alpha stood atop an old building, silently staring at the city.
Why did all the problems decide to hit me at once?
He sat down, leaning his back against the wall.
It's only been five days… and now everyone wants me dead.
He looked up and smirked bitterly.
I haven't even done anything yet. I didn't start a war, I didn't kill anyone without reason, but somehow, everyone's moving against me.
He paused for a moment.
I only used that technique, nothing more. The one mentioned in the old book.
Standing up, he looked at his palm and clenched it into a fist.
Is that really enough of a reason for everyone to hunt me? They must be afraid of what they don't understand.
Footsteps echoed behind him, but he didn't turn.
If you're here to fight me, wait a second. Let me catch my breath.
I'm not in the mood today.
The footsteps stopped. Alpha glanced back at the city once more.
Who started all this? And why?
Then he let out a faint, sarcastic smile.
