--Karamba City, 0908 hours--
Al-Qadim and I go outside easily—THAT is what I hoped for. But… things can go south easily, for in front of me stands a towering lady, who else if it isn’t Madame Rozenflame. She glared at me with her black eyes, sometimes looking at the unsuspecting Al-Qadim.
“Eva… where are you going?” she asked calmly.
“Going outside, of course,” I answered quickly. “Where exactly?”
“I’m going to Sharktooth District, Madame.”
The atmosphere shrouds in distinct silence for a few seconds. She speaks while raising her slouching body.
“Huh… I see you really REALLY believed my story. Well… please take care…”
“Yeah, I will!”
“…to not lose your life.”
“Eh?”
Another awkward silence, what the fridges she meant by that? Not to mention her expression of unsettling smile eme
