Year 1900, 20th of March. Warden Sanctuary.
Harley had a bored expression on his face. He rubbed his short hair, yawning tiredly. Currently he was inside a room with metallic walls, and there was a gas lamp hanging over the table.
"The world is still trying to adapt to the harvest as fast as possible."
Harley raised his head towards the direction of the voice. There, in front of him was a young-looking woman with long blonde hair sitting in front of him.
It was the warden who sent Harley off into the trial at first. She sat across from him, having her hood and mask off.
Nime sat on the chair. Her pointy ears looked a bit red and her yellowish eyes looked beautiful as they reflected the light of the lantern.
Harley lost himself looking at her until he shook when her eyes met his.
"Why are you staring?" she asked, crossing her legs.
Harley shook his head.
"I have never seen an elf before. Also, you're beautiful."
