ʕ•̫•ʔ---Eva

Then, the buggy's system suddenly chimed:

"You have arrived."

I scoffed. "Yeah, this thing is definitely malfunctioning after that giant rooster attacked it."

Arrived? Arrived where?

For a second, I was confused—until it hit me. Trauco. This must be the place where he's supposed to be. I brought the buggy to a stop.

The woman riding Arion dismounted with ease and strode toward us. She had long, dark hair tied into a ponytail and was dressed entirely in leather—jacket, pants, boots, even gloves. A bow and quiver rested on her back, and a holster for a gun was strapped to her belt.

She leaned slightly to the side of the buggy, bringing herself face to face with me.

Whoa. Up close, she was stunning—flawless skin, sharp features, and a set of commercial-white teeth when she smiled.