Coco had no choice, but to lead the team out of the city gates.
She had agreed to let them watch her hunt the lurking monsters, so she can be left alone after whatever shenanigans they want to pull on her later.
Sighing, she led them through the woods.
The air held a hint of misty chill, their breaths visible in the air as they trudged through the fallen leaves.
The four members followed behind her, their footsteps the only sounds other than the gentle crunch of dead leaves under their boots, and Coco herself walked in front, her eyes sharp as she scanned her surroundings— her hand gripping the handle of her unbreakable hoe.
She doesn't know how long they have been walking, but they soon reached a familiar area.
Coco raised a hand, her dark gloves fitted snugly around her fingers, and waved at the small team she's leading to come to a halt behind her.
All of them did, their footsteps slowly crunching to a stop.
