The Unwelcomed Guest
Somehow he did manage to get a decent amount of rest by the time morning came. As the sun rose, he looked outside while yawning to find the village occupied by mist. The rain had yet to stop, with no signs of it coming to an end.
It was worrying to him that an entire day had passed while Vandread was still in the hands of the Outriders, but the best he could do in his situation was simply believe in the man's strength. At the very least, it seemed highly unlikely somebody with an abnormal body like Vandread would meet his end easily.
"...It feels like I finally drew the good end of the stick for once," he mumbled.
It seemed he was the only one still inside the dome-shaped house, which was odd to him as he was practically a stranger, but it seemed the differences in culture were apparent.
He decided to leave the house, venturing out into the village as he descended the windy, tree-attached bridge.
"--" He looked around.