The day was just perfect. Granger had been training his aims, to which he flawlessly shoots at the center of the target. As much as he hated the sun for bringing in too much heat, as long as he is in his hunting headspace, he would care not about everything, just like when he is when he is with his loved violin.

Unlike all demon hunters, he acts alone. The frontlines were all grouped up in a squadron, under the order of the leader. They all worked up together against the forces of the blood demons outside the Barrier of Justice. Whenever Granger is assigned to cover in the frontlines, he becomes a beast, enraged with the huddle of demons wanting to take over the empire.

Because of the war between demons and humans, he had lost his family and himself. He had long been dead eversince the war had begun to the point where he lost everything. The reason of him being perceived coldhearted, was because he no longer wanted to bear emotions, as it will only bring him pain. His scar onto his left eye was enough to explain the hardships he had to overcome to live. But is he really alive? Is he really fine with being alone?

At first, it wasn't good to be all alone, with no other to tell the pain that had been encased in his heart. He had to bear it all with the ache in his heart, that had him compose his sad masterpieces. He got used to being alone that he grew up without comfort, let alone love. He is only driven by anger, the powerful wrath that made him shoot targets with precision.

He would be alright, even if he is isolated from everyone else, even with the same purpose of restoring peace.

He sighed out after getting lost in the forest of his thoughts, before withdrawing back his gun to place into his leg holster. He thought that it is enough training for him today, without the knowledge of someone who had been peeping behind the bushes. He gathered his coat, slipping into the sleeves and clutching onto its lapels before zipping it up to his high collars. He had his head ducked down and proceeded out of his makeshift training course, carrying the violin in his hand as he went back in slow feet towards the inn he stays in.