Sunny looked at the terrified young girl, and then… laughed.
...His laughter sounded more than a little bit unhinged.
His lady shuddered:
"Sir, you… you…"
Sunny waved a hand in the air.
"No, no. No need… I understand. I sound crazy."
The night sky above them was covered in an impregnable veil of clouds, and the one below them was empty and dark. The ancient stones they stood upon were slick with rainwater, and it was too dim to see anything except for vague silhouettes.
The silhouette of the Awakened hunter was towering, menacing, and embodied the very concept of terror.
But Sunny didn't care that much.
Massaging his chest, he smiled crookedly and said, his voice hoarse and raspy:
"...But then again, this whole world is insane. Someone told me once… ah, I don't quite remember who… that we can only reflect what is in front of us. Is it my fault that there is nothing in front of me except for madness?"
He looked down, his smile turning into a wicked grin.
