Thousand times of torture

Echo 's POV

Kindness in this world went in cycles, and I never thought that the people I had saved by accident would now return my kindness. I picked up the keys on the ground, unshackled the handcuffs and anklets. Then I began my directionless journey through the Illusion Fog. The Thorn Jungle was made all the more terrifying by the mournful cries of countless crows flying overhead. Although I was a tough hunter with all kinds of brutal training, I was also afraid when my heart iwas weak.

The weakness of my heart came from the abandonment and betrayal that followed when I thought of my family and friends, which made my heart cold to the extreme. I might as well stay put because I was not sure if there was anything else chilling in the forest waiting for me. For safety, I chose to stand where I was now. As an old saying went, standing where you were was the safest option while losing direction.

"Roar!" Not far away from the depths of the jungle came the roar of a male Lion. Why would