Having changed into her new outfit, Margaret sauntered along the bustling streets of the harbor district. With people passing by her without sparing a second glance, her spirits lifted, and she started humming a jovial tune.0

Taking in her surroundings as she strolled, her sensitive nose suddenly picked up the scent of charred delights. 0

"Gina, look! There's a stall selling charcoal-grilled mackerel. Let's have a bite."0

Grabbing Gina by the wrist, the duo sprinted toward a food stall in the distance. The driver had also changed into a modest outfit and was vigilantly observing their surroundings. 0

His tense expression only relaxed ever so slightly when he caught sight of a dark silhouette on the rooftop where light didn't reach.0

The officers from District 7 had arrived. The harbor would be safe for now.0

With a grilled mackerel skewer...0