root-book

Kieran Voss struggled to control his breathing as he trailed behind the group. It had been less than half an hour since they entered the dungeon, yet the other members had already forgotten about him. As an F-rank hunter, he was the weakest link in the team, and everyone knew it. But what hurt the most was that he knew it too. His eyes stayed fixed on the ground, each step deepening the suffocating darkness that gnawed at his senses.