Walk the Borderline

Redrum watched in silence as Ghoul imparted his wisdom, the older man’s words sinking into his young mind. He appreciated Ghoul's concise demeanor, finding solace in the simplicity of it. He was grateful for it.

Listening intently, Redrum absorbed Ghoul's instructions like a sponge soaking up water. The notion of utilizing the wind to mask his scent was a revelation, a simple yet effective strategy that had eluded him in his previous attempts. He watched as Ghoul demonstrated, lifting his nose to the air to gauge the direction of the wind, and nodded in understanding – testing it out for himself briefly.

He pictured himself crouching in the tall grass hidden from sight as he waited for the perfect moment to strike. Ghoul's demonstration of hiding behind trees and laying low in the grass reinforced the importance of remaining unseen until the opportune moment presented itself. It sounded so easy when the man explained it!

As Ghoul spoke of the inevitability of failure, Redrum felt a weight lift from his shoulders. It was a comforting reassurance, a reminder that it was all part of learning. Every failure is a step closer to success. The boy furrowed his brows in contemplation, trying to burn the ideal into his memory.

"Redrum is– thankful.” The crimson boy murmured, his quiet voice filled with gratitude. ”Redrum will– learn!”