Dunwick slept quietly, its narrow streets that were once crowded with merchants now laid bare.
He moved across the rooftops in near silence, boots landing with controlled precision.
Ryn moved like a ghost, even managing to jump right over a drunkard's head without him noticing a thing.
Movements like these came too naturally. Regression hadn't erased them.
[Enhanced Senses] had never been strong enough for frontline combat.
That was why, in his past life, the kingdom reassigned him. Pushed him toward reconnaissance instead.
Turned out, he excelled at it.
He became one of the kingdom's most important recon operatives, slipping through borders and gathering information no one else could. Eventually, he earned a title:
"Ghost."
A phantom who saw everything and was seen by no one.
Due to this, he gained information no one else did, and worked many times with the 'hero party.'
Ryn sighed. He didn't hate that time… but the muscle memory always pulled him back toward it.
