37 Hands On Your Head

Central region, Southville City.

Vivian walked along the alleyway, her eyes crawling with layered suspicion.

Her ragged outfit and long, dirty coat swayed in the air, as a biting wind pressed on her skin.

She had mixed with the slum, as she began her investigation from here.

Elena, on the other hand, took the adjacent street, and they would meet where the streets intersect, near a pub.

She had received a call a few days back that a new agent had been sent to join them in their investigation.

Hence, the three of them had to collaborate and exchange the information they had gathered so far, to see if they had missed any point, or a loophole in their data.

'Is additional help really needed?' Vivian clicked her tongue, her shoulder brushing a man who reeked of alcohol.

''Watch where you're going, wench.'' The man cursed, staggering over a few feet, before gulping another mouthful of alcohol from his crooked bottle.

Vivian didn't pursue the matter, similar to how any lady in the slum would
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