His Troublesome Snowhead

Away from the two pleasure birds, a man, with a determined glint in his eyes, sprinted through the dense woods, his strides covering the ground in an almost supernatural speed. His breaths were steady, and his focus remained unyielding—an unwavering pursuit of a certain snowhead who always seemed to find herself entangled in one predicament after another.

Emerging from the woods, he entered the Eldorian town, where the atmosphere had undergone a subtle transformation. The lively market streets were winding down, vendors diligently packing up their wares, and the townsfolk gradually retreating to the warmth of their homes. The fading daylight cast long shadows across the cobblestone pathways as the town prepared to embrace the tranquility of the night.