The dark world, which had been filled with noise and cruel voices, fell silent in an instant.
Aiden pulled back his violent pressure and walked toward the trembling little girl.
He slowly crouched down in front of her, his eyes calm and gentle.
Then he reached out his broad, strong hands toward the wounded child.
"Rainn, come with me."
Aiden's voice was not loud, but it carried a firm strength that could not be questioned, a strength that seemed to pierce straight into the soul.
The little girl trembled and stopped crying.
She carefully raised her head and looked at the man before her through tear-filled eyes.
He looked almost like a god.
"Who… who are you?"
Her voice was hoarse and shaking, filled with fear and distrust toward the world.
"I'm Aiden."
Aiden smiled faintly. His tone was steady and reassuring.
"The person you know."
After saying that, Aiden did not wait for the little girl to lower her guard.
He gently placed his hand on top of her head.
Buzz—!
