Yarin's POV:
"You've already guessed a lot right. Do you want to continue thinking? If you guess correctly, I will reward you!" Azazel said.
I shuddered - soulfully - and refused. "No, I'm not interested."
"Really?" Azazel didn't mind my rejection. "I thought you would be curious about what happened to your mother when she was young. After all, there are many things that she doesn't know until now. Perhaps this is the only chance for you to understand. Are you not going to try?"
This damned demon knew how to manipulate people's hearts and quickly grasped me.
Of course, I wanted to know what happened back then. There were too many secrets buried in the Rocky Mountains. When my mother was young, she only had time to end this journey quickly, leaving unanswered mysteries drowned by the snow.
