"Don't you want to join us there?"

I turned to the person who spoke and saw Leon carrying wine glasses. He stopped beside me.

"I wish I could," I answered regretfully, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness for reasons I couldn't quite grasp.

"You still can. Unless Hector doesn't want you to hang out with us anymore," he said seriously, prompting me to look at him.

I crossed my arms and stared at him intently. "What's your problem with him?" I asked.

Leon smirked and shook his head. "His father killed your parents, Ana, as well as you. He tried to kill you many times, and Hector couldn't do anything...