One Month Later
Night had fallen.
In one of the city's most neglected districts—a slum where villains frequently gathered and deals were made in the shadows—the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and corruption. Flickering streetlights struggled to illuminate the narrow alleys, casting long, distorted shadows against cracked concrete walls.
Alea stood calmly in the middle of the area, her presence alone enough to draw unwanted attention.
She was currently questioning an old male villain, his body thin and crooked, his clothes worn and stained. His cloudy eyes, however, were anything but dull. They shamelessly wandered, lingering far too long on Alea's chest.
The old man swallowed, temptation clear on his face.
"Have you ever met a villain named Indigo?" Alea asked coldly.
Despite her sharp tone, the old villain barely listened. His gaze remained glued to her body as he answered with a lewd grin.
