The Vagrant poet, everyone calls him. Of unknown origin, he was rescued by Imperial Knights and was brought in the Monastery of Light, along with the other children when war broke out. Granger, is his name. He had always been a silent and isolated kid in the monastery.

His eyes expressed dead, uninterested in everything else. He had no friends, and no one dared approaching the young Granger. There were a lot of children that reside in the monastery, and only a few gets adopted by wealthy families. Granger was never a choice, which was worse. Granger always showed lifelessness and disinterestedness. The young only watched as a few of the kids gets adopted, leaving spaces in their dormitories.

Not ever, not once, others looked at him through the eye. Just as Granger himself, the child looked dead, and no one wanted to adopt. If not in his room with the violin, he wanders off the monastery, unseen by guards who ended up falling asleep in exhaustion whilst in their duty. It was easy for Granger to escape the orphanage, but he would always come back before dawn to sleep in his quarters.

He crouched by the lake, on a tall tree trunk where he curls onto his knees, hugging them close to his chest. Aside from his physical self, his metaphysical sense does so as well. He looks up at the stars and wondered why they were there. He heard that everything has purpose, and that every soul had somewhere to head to.

For the young Granger, he had no purpose, nor a destination to head to. He goes with the flow of the river, letting himself get carried away in life. This mindset gave him no fear of death, as everyone would end up dying.

Maybe that's where we are headed to. Death.

He hears a few rustles from the side of the bushes and he immediately turned his head towards the direction of the noise, only to see another orphan who broke out. It was a girl with long hair, her bangs covering the side of her face and she was surprised to see Granger as soon as she came out.

Granger, slightly surprised, but he wasn't threatened. He silently wished it was the end, perhaps a bear ready to devour him alive, or a venomous snake to latch a bite onto his skin and leave him there dead.

"What are you doing here?" Asked by the girl, but Granger gave him no sign of interestedness, and he turned his head back towards the direction of the lake.

"I don't see you around the orphanage. I am Lesley! You're probably the one who tiptoed out of the orphanage. I saw a shadow, and I am sure it is you." Granger flashed her an annoyed look, but it was the first time someone looked at him in the eyes, despite how dead it is. For once, he felt accepted in someone's presence, but it wasn't enough to drive him out of his own world.

People would come barge into your life, then would leave as if nothing happened.

Especially for children in the orphanage? Granger knows this girl would soon be adopted. She's a lively one, and quite pretty. Once he finds himself attached to a person, they'd be dragged out of his life.

𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠?
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨.

A philosophy that Granger observed throughout his stay at the orphanage. Eversince then, he would often see Lesley in the cafeteria with a smile on her face.

No doubt, she'll get picked soon. Granger thought to himself.

The young Lesley would wave her hand at him, and though with an emotionless face, Granger would just lift his hand in response. A few were surprised that Granger became slightly interactive with Lesley alone, and that is it. It was the only thing that changed, and his usual routine are still the same.

They don't talk much, well, Lesley does, and Granger just tunes in to her small voice. He was used to listening everytime Lesley has a story to tell, but he wasn't so surprised when he started not to see her, nor hear her voice.

Lesley was then adopted by a wealthy family, and his life became more dull. He just hoped she was fine, and that's it. He still looked up at the stars whenever he sneaks out, but come along his thoughts of the universe was Lesley.

Now, the children who weren't adopted where given a choice of becoming a demon hunter, serving under the Moniyan Empire and its battle against the Southern Mountains, or become a servant of the monastery. Granger, with no doubt, chose to become a demon hunter, spreading his sorrowful sonatas in the theme of wintercearig.

He took it in himself that he only fights for himself alone, and that killing demons would be the only way of giving himself revenge for being born in this world. Granger chose guns in order to avenge what was lost, his family, his home, and himself. Meanwhile, the violins meant a lot to him for soothing his miseries and countless nights full of nightmares.

It was way too easy for Granger, every shot he hits with precision, and whenever the demons would hear his glorious melody that conveyed and wrath, the demons would often run for their lives.