Red was not one given to wonder on the bed of his restlessly lived years. Weary, walking the mortal earth on his own two feet, resigned to his fate and his punishment, he had long since stopped grumbling at fortune and indulging in complaints, devoting his hard road to putting an end, once and for all, to the otherworldly evil that dwelt among the peaceful populace. Exorcist of unclean spirits, an inexorable laborer for the good of mankind, their savior and their hope — a reputation beyond question, engraved into his faith with a firm stamp, making his convictions the unchanging foundation of his rigid, uncompromising principles.

Yet even firmly established values can bend, when a heart grown hard and pragmatic suddenly quickens at an unavoidable encounter with a lonely soul — one that reminds him of feelings long forgotten.

Perhaps then, wavering for a moment, he glimpsed the true reflection of himself: an exhausted wanderer driven into the circumstances of duty, suffering the collapse of his former illusions.

Warnings: the Scotsman is not as simple as he seems. 😜

Enjoy, beauties! 🤭🥰

P.S. English is not my native language. The translator tried their best :)