“Why are you here, John? We haven’t even arrive yet.”
Gads Gilmore tied both arms before his chest, a notion of bewilderment based on his attendance during their skirmish upon the farm mountain. John Straverman was estimated to be under comatose when the two siblings gone away to the island across the far southeastern area from Carrel. He should be resting in profound within the safe haven of his steel-made carriage. Lying in utmost tranquility, the black-haired man was supposed to be expecting their arrival in the meantime, yet his unforeseen entry to their warfare brought them in astonishment instead of relieve.
~clack-clack~
He raised an eyebrow towards his fellow teammates of late,”Well, I’m not leaving my friends alone, so here I am.” He brushed his left hand across the nape. One
