Third person POV
After that, Russell and Aren started walking towards the bridge and crossed on it on foot. "Hey, Russell-kun…" Aren said to Russell, "…I know who made them."
Russell then looked at him. "You do?"
His bus driver's cap, which was white and light, was reflecting some of the sunlight back to the sky.
"It was the Otherworlders who made them," answered Aren back, before looking at the view of the sea from the railings, "and this bridge was one of the Four Metallic Jewels of this country. Literally, four of these things were built by Otherworlders 100 years ago."
"Oh…"
"But I don't know who exactly built them, though…"
"It's okay, I'll dive into books for that."
"Oh, okay, thanks."
And then, after crossing halfway through the bridge and amidst the noise of the vendors of all kinds, Russell felt nostalgia for crossing it and embraced it so much. But then, a woman with a black and green hood passed by, catching his attention. Russell felt that and looked at her, but the woman disappeared into the crowd of travelers and shoppers. Despite not knowing who she was, he just shrugged it off and caught up with Aren. But little did he know that that woman was no ordinary woman at all.