"Kirian," he responded in an even tone. The smirk that had slipped off his face at some point returned twofold as the captivating man stared at him with curiosity. "No last name?" "Well, that's confidential. Don't you have some more interesting questions?" Kirian teased. The man stood up to his full height, looking down his nose at Kirian. He asked with authority, "Why did you kill my men?" Kirian laughed, " It's actually a really funny story. Do you want the long version or the short version?" An almost imperceptible smile breached the man's expression but his voice remained firm as he responded, "Long." ---------------------------------- Kirian is lost. Not literally, but in a more hippy-dippy, metaphorical sense. He has no family, no real home, and no purpose. He lives his life as a ghost, hoping his painful past doesn't come back to finish him off. But, when he's captured by a man with scars as deep as his, he's forced to stop running. Will his past come to finish him off, or will he finally find his place in the world?
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