It was a familiar route, everything looked like always, just the rain falling in darkening autumn night. Still, something felt different. Like if someone was watching. But when she looked around, there was nothing but a frog croaking.

And this why I call Pride a lanternhead.
This salkahi is actually the same as the kid here, just all grown up. Pride is just observing things for now.

¤ Pencil, watercolor and gouache, 2021.