One Month Later.
In a small city named ashvale, a quieter city than fortnox, found at the edge of the kingdom of Averion.
That's why Yuki chose it.
She walked through the narrow streets wearing black leather armor that hugged her frame and a half-mask covered her face from nose to chin, leaving only her eyes and forehead visible. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail.
She looked nothing like her former self, which was intentional as she didn't want any hunter from her would identifying her.
When she spotted other hunters,she would turn down side streets, duck into alleys, avoid eye contact. She couldn't risk being recognized. Couldn't risk being pulled into another party. Couldn't risk watching more people die because of her mistakes, not that she intended to ever make one again.
