In a flash, nearly pursued, Asahi seized Primrose's hand. Tension and fear bristled between them as they fled the city for snowy-cliff villages. Onlookers stared. His white hair gleamed against falling snow. Gears ribbed the walls, clicking and spinning as the barriers shifted, forcing them to dodge and weave, hearts thundering.
Primrose didn't slow. She yanked Asahi's hood over his hair, hiding its glimmer. Hands trembling, she led him through winding alleys, their elbows scraping gritty walls. The tension in her grip made Asahi cling tighter, face shadowed with worry.
"Now that we're safe... Wait, a blizzard? Just our luck," Primrose muttered, her voice tight with worry and exasperation. She glanced at Asahi, biting her lip to mask her frustration.
