Beside the river several kilometers away from the Wharf District.
A drenched figure emerged from the water; its bald head seemed coated in a layer of slime. The black robe clung to its body, revealing two lumps on the neck. Its murky yellow eyes lacked pupils, appearing like some kind of melted fluid. As it gently caressed the ring on its slender finger, its appearance began to change rapidly.
A stern-faced man in his thirties appeared in its place.
"A truly troublesome pack of bloodhounds."
The Polluter, now transformed into an ordinary person, squinted its eyes. It glanced in the direction of the Wharf District, took out a pocket watch, and calculated the time, seemingly waiting for something.
A moment later.
Its figure moved toward the villa area to the south of the riverbank. Pedestrians along the way seemed to ignore its presence, with no one casting a glance at it from start to finish.
Fifteen minutes later, it arrived at a lavishly decorated villa area.
