Tsk!
Cressida clicked her tongue in frustration as she forked out of an alley with a bright, relieved smile hanging on her face.
She did not care about the filthy smell coming from the alley or the grime sticking to her robes. The thought of losing the Grim Reaper pleased her mind greatly.
"I bet he must have escaped with his tail tucked between his legs," she chuckled as she sauntered off proudly, brushing off her clothes.
"Even though I have lost him for now, I need to plan my next move quickly. I can no longer stay in this town," she mused, lost in thought about her future.
"Those damned guilds, why are they not trying to save me?" she cursed hatefully under her breath.
Just as she walked a couple of steps forward, a foreboding feeling washed over her entire body.
It was as if death itself had come to claim her soul.
Hmm?
Goosebumps erupted all over her skin, and her hair stood on end.
