Now I was looking at her properly.
Analyzing her features.
White hair that flowed like fresh snow. Green eyes that sparkled with an almost childlike innocence. She was beautiful in a delicate, fragile sort of way.
Her outfit was strange. Somewhere between royalty and commoner. Like she had tried to dress down but didn't quite know how common people actually dressed.
She seemed to be around my age. Maybe a year younger. And there was something about her that screamed sheltered. Naïve. Like a baby bird that had just fallen out of its nest.
Focusing on her more clearly, a realization struck me.
'Wait. Was she on the cover of that Cursed book?'
The one I had read in my previous life. The novel about this world.
But nah. She was way too weak for that. She was just getting bullied by these weak mutts. No protagonist material here.
I looked down at the corpses beneath my feet.
Before I could continue thrashing them maybe break a few more bones for good measure—the girl spoke.
