Owl

Much to Ian’s disappointment, even after the appointed time, no one who looked like Dolores appeared. Only the red-haired loon was running around like crazy.

In the end, Ian let out a deep sigh and walked over to Dolores and Ari, who were sitting on a bench with Yuna.

“Hmm?”

Dolores, who had been idly swinging her legs, tilted her head when she saw the two approaching. Her red hair drooped with gravity.

“Who are you?”

Her voice was rather thin. If Galaxy had a pleasantly soothing ASMR-specialist voice and Yuna’s was slightly sharp, Dolores’s was just high-pitched.

A voice loud enough to make your ears ring a little if you kept listening.

Ian answered quickly before the surrounding attention could gather.

“Dolores. Right?”

At his cautious question, Dolores’s eyes widened slightly. She covered her mouth with both black-gloved hands and took a step back. Though “back” only meant scooting over to the seat beside her...