The Journey of an Ou

"Leaving my hometown, I carry my pack... Often dreaming of my beloved girl... Being far away, my heart is at home...",The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,The shop door and the nearest shelves were smashed to pieces! Blood, splintered wood, and broken merchandise were flying around in the small shop. The muffled blast echoed for a long time.。