"It's dangerous for girls to walk alone at this late hour."

The voice of someone you especially wouldn't want to hear today. and especially when the owner of the voice appeared in front of you, missing the trail of the smell of herbs unknown to you. The albino only stood with his hands on his hips

"Unless you're an oneiromancer."

Just his look made you want to shrink, hide, or disappear altogether. Compared to him, your little figure seemed very tiny.