"What do you mean we are bounties?" Little Devil asked riding the horse fast, to quickly get away from the broken jail.
"I think that's our next task," Demon said, looking back, but there was no one following them.
"They will come," Little Devil said, knowing what was Demon thinking.
"You think so?"
"Yes, if there was a poster, there must be a price on his head, which they would want too" Little Devil answered and Demon just looked at him for long, all while riding the horse.
"You know way too much"
"Don't say that. Not now" there was something odd, Little Devil could feel it.
Demon didn't say any more throughout their journey.
The sky was dark, unlike the time they started the game on the train. A lot of time had passed. And it was quite, really quiet.
Both of them jumped on their feet, tying their horse to the polls and walking in the shadows.
