Afternoon, outskirts of town.
The sky was a murky gray, shrouded in haze, with dark clouds gathering and dispersing, varying in depth. The cold wind was biting, and at some point, tiny snowflakes started to flutter in the wind.
The winding country path in the outskirts meandered. The weather had been quite good a few days before, making the ground solid, but when pant legs brushed against the roadside weeds, they became soaked with accumulated water droplets, making it inevitable for mud to cling to one's feet over time.
After walking for half an hour and climbing over a hill, the narrow view suddenly broadened, and the fresh forest air mixed with snow particles covered his face.
"You're here."
A familiar, lazy voice drifted over casually from through the branches slanting ahead.
Pedro Langley stopped, his gaze slanting over to catch a glimpse of the slender side profile seated.
