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7:28 p.m.
Vivian was walking down a busy street alone.
She wore a brown hooded cloak and had its hood up, covering half her face and only revealing her nose and mouth. And underneath her cloak, she wore an all-black attire -- long sleeve, gloves, pants and boots -- except for the brown leather belt pouch around her waist.
She also didn't carry any weapons and wore a bra.
And as for her gold necklace, she hid it under her shirt.
Thud.
Someone bumped into her shoulder.
"Sorry," Vivian said as she glanced at the person who bumped into her and noticed that it was a man.
The man didn't even spare Vivian a glance, let alone say sorry, and continued walking as if nothing happened.
Vivian didn't mind it and continued walking.
Thud.
A couple of steps later, she bumped into another person.
"Sorry," Vivian said and she glanced at the person who bumped into her.
It was a young woman who was with a group of friends chatting and laughing.
When they saw Vivian whose face was half-covered by the hood, they only sparred her a quick glance before resuming to chat and laugh with each other.
Vivian went over to the side.
Am I just imagining things or what I think is real...?
Back in her previous world, Vivian was a tall and muscular man. Because of that, she didn't really have to worry about walking into crowded places and bumping into people because people would just naturally move out of her way.
And of course, there will always be those people who think they're untouchable or want to pick up a fight, both men and women.
But for the most part, people just get out of her way.
Vivian was about to scratch the side of her face but stopped after remembering she was wearing light makeup.
Well...
At least this getup works...
So carrying weapons, wearing my Priest cloak or showing my face really is very different, huh...
Oh, no, scratch that...
Showing my face but not carrying weapons or wearing my Priest cloak is also a different problem...
Vivian recalled the last time when she was walking around with her face revealed but wasn't carrying any weapon or wearing her Priest cloak.
Well, sucks to be perfect...
She resumed walking.
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8:13 p.m.
Vivian was walking down a quiet street and she swept her gaze around.
This looks like a good street to hunt...
Poor, but not a slum...
She didn't dare to go back to the place she hunted last time in order to avoid getting caught.
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