The Oba Ramen is gone. There's nothing left but an empty spot. Remelia and Bobo walks around as if expecting a surprise. The rain has long stopped but their umbrella is still open.
Remelia's been biting her lips for a while now. "Wha—what is this? There's no one else here. No armies trying to cut my neck to be seen. Are they hiding somewhere around this building, watching? Or did they hear my feet and run away? Possibly the former."
Bobo rubs her white shoes on the dirt. The mark is still there, glowing red. But something feels amiss, her face saying.
"They barely touch the mark."
I look up. I feel a presence. They are still around. If aggression is what they want, might wait for a perfect opportunity. Like what? I have to say, this is weird. Most of the hell creatures are impatient bunch. They couldn't just sit and watch, even for a while. Obviously, whoever calls us here is different.
