In the City of Smog, District 3, the first rays of dawn rose over the horizon, and a new day began. The streets gradually grew livelier, pedestrians looked relaxed, and the street vendors called out their wares.
Everything appeared peaceful. This was a sight found only on the Eastern Continent, yet it had appeared in District 3 of the City of Smog. It was the result of the Healing Church's efforts over many years—they had healed Districts 1 through 3 of the City of Smog.
Tap, tap, tap.
A woman in a black court dress, with a black strip of cloth wrapped over her eyes, walked along the street. She held a cane in her hand and tapped the ground ahead of her again and again.
A burly Strong Man blocked the black-dressed woman's path. His face and neck were covered in interlacing scars. In his hands was a paper-wrapped sandwich made of bread stuffed with smoked meat, fresh vegetables, and other ingredients. It was packed so full that it was nearly bursting.
The vicious-looking Strong Man grabbed the black-dressed woman's arm and stuffed the breakfast into her hands. Then he walked away without a word. He knew she was blind and did not need to tell her who he was. Having killed women, children, and even infants, he had no right to speak with her—at least, that was what he believed.
The black-dressed woman slightly lifted her skirt with one hand and curtseyed, then continued onward. From time to time, she took a bite of the breakfast in her hand.
After passing through several streets, the black-dressed woman stopped in front of a two-story residence. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened.
"Red Eyes, you look pretty good in daylight."
Xiusiro looked Red Eyes up and