It had been five minutes since that strange boy appeared, spoke those cryptic words, and vanished without a trace. As if some magical door had swallowed him whole. But the impact of his arrival didn't fade so easily.
The young man was still sitting in the same spot, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together, while his thoughts spun wildly in every direction.
"How am I supposed to... fight back or retaliate like he said?" he muttered, eyes fixed on the dusty ground beneath him, barely visible in the dark of night.
The boy's words kept echoing in his mind, unsettling the unrest he had tried to suppress.
"You should be able to fight back... to bring justice to those who've been wronged."
He let out a long breath, then glanced at the shark-shaped pendant he still held in his hand, considering whether he should use it.
