The sky was overcast, and the humid air made her skin feel sticky.

The woman stopped, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

It was a familiar walking path, yet everything felt strangely unfamiliar.

The shadows of the trees stretched longer than usual, and even the birds' chirps seemed distorted in some way.

"This is strange..."

Her head throbbed.

She had chosen this quiet path to calm the increasingly severe headaches, yet they were only getting worse.

The reason she had picked this secluded route was the Golden Reapers she kept encountering in the city.

The mental contamination they emitted …