Rey's breathing felt heavy.
He had thought, for sure, that his theory would be correct—or at least show some bearing in reality.
'None of these faces and names resemble her at all. If she wanted me to find her, she would have left something behind. Anything…!'
Initially, Rey was chill about it. When he checked for the first time and didn't find her, he was sure he just missed something.
But, after twelve times now, going over the documents of every single Adventurer that had registered from the day of his coma till present, he found nothing.
'In checked all the details—even the information of all the Quests they've taken. Yet… nothing!'
Rey felt stuck.
More frustrating than his growing anxiety was the fact that he had to suppress it every time so he was forcibly calm about everything.
The cycle continued for far too long that it began to grow infuriating.
