My mind blurring over what sort of reason people might have for knocking on our door, after all it was only Ethan and I that lived here, we didn’t have any friends outside of the games we played and nobody really knew where we lived. XXNX “You know about our culture?” He asked curiously, whilst I kept my hand over my heart, the gesture symbolising respect especially if accompanied with a bow to which I did give a small one, nothing overly noticeable to passers by, just a little lean forward to make clear my gesture of respect. “Mr Cunnings, we’re here” the officer called out, clearly having said my name a few times but only just snapping me away from my thoughts. But now, with no Ethan, I thought about whether I should build my own guild, following in his footsteps.
