[Some Time Ago…A Distant Memory]
"Mr. Dae-Seong…I mean, Dae-Seong…" Ma-Ri said meekly, holding her hands on her lap as she sat at the ivory table.
It was an abandoned kitchen, inhabiting a deserted restaurant in the middle of the city. The silver-haired man sat by the window sill, keeping watch while he could hear Korain rummaging through the storage of the restaurant for preserved food.
"What is it?" He looked at the girl with a smile.
She was already level eighteen, close to his own strength.
…It was a miracle, finding her in this lost neighborhood, all alone. I wonder–if I was but a moment too early or too late in my march, would I have been unable to rescue this girl from her aimless journey? He thought.
Ma-Ri looked at him, staying quiet as she fiddled with the bright-red apple she held in her hands, "Did…did you have any family, before all of this?" She asked.