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Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 15)

As much as Imago placed their feet lightly on the ground, they could not help but garner attention from the ladies who looked at them a little bit peculiar. Since the morning, Imago has shifted their physique and appearance to that of a young man, wearing a suit hiding their torso’s male lacking features.

Easy as it is to cut their hair short enough to look manly, their facial feature was a different matter. So, instead of this debacle, disguising themselves to fit the bill of a theatre attendant or employee was the nearest they could think to enter the premise without setting any sights on Imago. They opted to naturally immerse in the opulence of being a patron with enough cash to walk in the theatre’s streets enough to scare them.

Being in control of people around Imago by sheer presence was a unique experience to observe. People from within the community, used to Imago’s unbecoming messy self, poked their heads in curiosity and bias at the languid misplaced aura of awe that it pro