Hill looked at the man helplessly, he was still just a child. To him, his world was very narrow, only as big as the village, and there were very few people in his world, just a handful.
"Then let me give you another piece of advice, how about that?"
The man whispered those sinister words into Hill's ear, words that engraved themselves into Hill's soul like a curse.
Hill thought the man was willing to help him, a brief joy spread over his tear-streaked face, only to plunge into endless darkness because of the man's words.
After speaking, the man stood up, scrutinizing Hill, anticipating what Hill might become.
The man left without looking back, "We will meet again, Hill."
The pitch-black figure walked out of the house, the door closing behind them. Hill tried to chase after the man, opening the door again, but behind the door was nothing but a murky darkness.
