I had once promised them that I would return.

I did go back. In fact, I went back many times. I wanted to know their wishes. I wanted to know what they wanted from me. However, they kept avoiding me.

Almost half a year ago, when I had visited Kro, the stacked shelves had made me thrilled with excitement. I had grabbed all the food and drinks, leaving Kro an empty city.

Presently, I stood there looking at the emptiness. Harry and the guys were disassembling the shelves in order to use the materials for building something useful.

In the beginning, it had felt like I’d been looking at robbers.

But now in the end, they merely looked like people who were collecting recyclable items.

They picked up pieces...