“If you wanted a ride, you could’ve just asked.”

Benedetta’s low and sultry voice spoke, head tilted as her translucent helmet whirred and disappeared completely, approaching you with footsteps pattering softly against the ground as she closed the distance between you two.

“There’s no need to be so shy—you already know my answer, after all.”

She had two slender finger of hers cupping your chin, forcing your head to tilt upward and face her. The close proximity made you rather nervous, especially with the company of her gaze staring down at you like you were her last meal on Earth.

Benedetta was a name that gave certain people hope and security upon mention. People call her the Ranger Leader who walks in the shadow, Protector of the Despair Place. She has earned everyone’s admiration of respect in this desolate wasteland.

Along with being a Ranger Leader, she was also a well known motorcyclist in the Land of Dawn, her reputation exceeding her more than she expects—but felt blessed for a specimen like you knew her name and the reputation she upholds, like some sort of gas fueling her ego and pride.