Kost Town, the Clock Tower.
The afterglow of the evening sun fell on Amalia's hair, turning the strands she had deliberately dyed black into an even brighter hue.
Amalia lowered her gaze, her vision filled with a warm orange glow. A sweet, fragrant scent wafted into her nose, and her back rested against a soft warmth.
As a comforting aura spread throughout her body, the raven-haired girl closed her eyes in contentment, leaning quietly into Astrid's arms like a lazy cat.
The clock ticked and tocked, and after an unknown amount of time, a deep, resonant chime echoed with a penetrating force, one after another, spreading throughout the entire town.
Astrid held Amalia in her arms, her gaze occasionally falling on the delicate face bathed in twilight, and at other times on the white-stockinged legs that swayed unconsciously in the evening breeze. A slight smile curled at the corners of her lips.
