Riance always loved the sunset. He had overwhelming admiration for the colors of sky. The mix of the orange and blue or the shyness of the white orb over the horizon.
He loved watching the sunset in this hill the most. One could just feel the creeping chill of the night or hear the birds snuggling in their nests.
But most of all, he was appreciative because he is free to experiences all these. Forget the bounty hunters and forget B.E.G. All of his problem seem to dissolve at the sight of the sunset.
But like all sunset that came before this, all of it must come to an end.
Before leaving, Riance looked one last time at the scenery in the distance. It was;