117 True S Rank

On top of the Carelan's Ninth Mountain Ridge, Barabin fidgeted while watching a blue bus zoom out of sight. He could see Monica and Harley talking on the window of the bus. On the other hand, he was by himself on top of a mountain.

A small trail of blood flowed down the side of his cheek while he watched Howard smiling and laughing with Jenny. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. 

'Did she forget to tell him? Or does she not trust me?' Barabin sighed, and nodded his head. 'She probably thinks I'm dangerous right now and doesn't want Howord to approach me. Damn brat doesn't know I've spent a 100 years in isolation before! Resisting a craving for blood is nothing!'