Charlotte Sutton wandered the streets in a daze, carefully shielding her face.
She had such mixed feelings about Quiana Sutton's face—both love and hate.
This face was just too eye-catching; before everything happened, she'd gotten her fair share of envy for it, but for her right now, it was nothing short of a catalyst driving her straight to hell.
The world was so big, and for the first time, she had no idea where she should go.
Even back when she lived in the Rio Favela, things had never been this miserable.
At least back then, she still had her sister to protect her; she didn't need to do anything, just hide safely behind her and enjoy everything.
Now all she could do was hole up under a bridge with vagrants, even worrying about whether those hobos might take advantage of her.
After hiding like this for several days, just as her endurance was reaching its limit and she nearly couldn't take it anymore, Nova showed up unexpectedly before her.
