The sun had barely risen when Emily Blackwood stepped out of her high-rise apartment, her icy-blue hair concealed beneath a dark hooded cloak. The early city air was crisp, brushing softly against her pale face as her sharp orange-red eyes scanned the streets casually. She was dressed differently today, simple, understated, nothing that screamed elegance or drew attention.
But someone was watching and she could feel it.
She didn't glance back and continued.
Her boots clicked softly against the pavement as she walked, her posture calm and unbothered, yet every step was deliberate. She turned a corner, crossed the street, and entered a quieter alley between buildings—one she knew well. It was a shortcut to the bookstore she occasionally visited, but today, it served another purpose.
'fsomeone'sfollowingme...let'sseehow bold they are'.
