After leaving the Prague Reserve, strewn with corpses, Lachika headed back towards the city of Santa Fe in New Mexico.
"I don't have much time left; I must reach Santa Fe before the Beautiful Country reacts. It was the Santa Fe Police Headquarters that took my parents. I need to find out their whereabouts."
A pickup truck sped down the road, its headlights piercing the night.
In the driver's seat, Lachika's expression was particularly cold as he touched a pendant on his neck.
The pendant was a small scarecrow, only the size of a baby's fist, but instead of looking delicate and cute, it appeared fierce and eerie.
Feeling the cold touch of the scarecrow pendant, Lachika slammed his foot on the accelerator, ready to cause a big commotion tonight.
...
The next morning, at the Santa Fe Police Headquarters.
Police officers were visibly tense, hurrying back and forth busily.
