Stranger

Curt was one of the most wanted individuals in the empire; however, he was also difficult to track, much less capture. After those months, the black intel was still unable to know his whereabouts. 

And now, Arren just had to encounter him on this island. At this point in time, he was like a lost chicken, and when Curt saw him, it was unknown who would chase who. 

Arren didn't even question the ability of this undying cockroach; for sure, he had seduced and tricked some noble youths again, which was why he was here. One thing that kept him alive even after this long was his extensive connections and sources. 

He bowed his head and made himself as casual as possible, as though he were there eating with the older man before him. In any case, he had thick skin, and he could apologize later for some inconvenience. 

"You're hiding from someone?" a soft yet somewhat hoarse voice, whispered.