She was hunched in the corner of the main hall, her head bowed, her shoulders curved in the posture of someone who had learned to make herself small. A grey shawl covered her hair. A stained apron hid her clothes. Her face was smeared with dirt and something that looked like old grease. She looked like every other captive in the temple, worn down and hollowed out and waiting to die.
If it had not been for the system, Kaelen would have walked past her.
[Identity Confirmed: Rina – Protagonist. Status: Alive. Disguise: Active.]
[Companions Detected: Mira – Healer. Ren – Swordsman. Disguises: Active.]
Kaelen's step did not falter, his eyes did not linger. He kept walking, his head down, his breathing even. Beside him, Markus did the same. Rin followed close behind, her face buried in her hood.
