Garou

Garou had spent years fighting, hardening his heart with each battle. But that day, everything changed. He had not planned or seen it coming, much less had he thought that a simple look could shake his world. But there she was, in the middle of any street, smiling at another as if the chaos he carried was no more than a distant echo.

He didn't know how to handle that uncomfortable feeling in his chest, that mixture of rage and... something else. How could someone like him, who had embraced loneliness and conflict, be so affected by the mere presence of a girl? His fists, normally clenched with hatred and determination, trembled for a completely different reason now.

Garou had always been the hunter. But with her, for the first time, he was not sure who was the prey and who was the hunter.