Walking through the streets of Nevarro, Sola Vale instantly thought she was being followed. It started with the cold chills running down her spine, led by the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She whipped her forehead and let out a long breath, pulling up the hood on her cloak to cover her face. Her boots picked up the pace as the shaking began. Quickly, she ducked into an alleyway. (din djarin x f!oc) (season one: in progress)