(Open RP! I'm the girl. Someone be the guy??) He walked into the tavern cautious of the people around him. They were all criminals for sure. He could tell. As he took a seat. A girl and a man sit beside me. One look I know that poor girl isn't a felon. She sits close to the man but seems terrified of him. I get a look at him and I realize he's a hunter. The hunter. This poor girl must be his prey.
The Light between Oceans, 2016: “There are still more days to travel in this life. And he knows that the man who makes the journey has been shaped by every day and every person along the way. Scars are just another kind of memory...."