Striding among the masses, his eyes were fixated on his surroundings in an attempt to spot a woman with white hair. Most of them had their heads covered with headpieces or veils but portions of their hair were still visible. From young to old looking women, almost all of them had pitch black hair which was odd.
The task was already a riddle which he had to decode first but not even a single women had white hair to start with and it made him worry. 'Do they use some sort of hair dyes?' He thought to himself. At this rate he wasn't going to be able to gather his ingredients any time soon.
The event of previous night flashed through his memory and instead of feeling guilty about kissing her without consent, he smiled in content. However, he was in no place to be enjoying it because instead of taming the fire inside him, a little taste of her fueled it even more so.
