March 18, 20xx — 12:19 PM
Zone 2A-Δ — Red Roof Row
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I didn't want to believe these people would be hostile, but let's face the truth.
A group of three men and five top-tier beauties, even if it was just Mu Qinglan with me, there was no way it wouldn't cause trouble. That's why I didn't dress them in pretty clothes but survival-based ones.
'I'd love seeing them in flowing dresses, or lewd cosplays. But I needed to be realistic.'
"Phew..."
My sigh was louder than I thought.
Mu Qinglan, Yifei and Zhou Xue looked back at me suddenly with concerned eyes.
The rooftops changed here. Rust-coloured shingles. Handmade wiring strung between buildings. A row of tin chimneys cut at an angle, some with black residue streaking down. Recent burns.
Fresh.
Mu Qinglan stopped at a boarded shopfront and narrowed her eyes.
"Look."
She pointed to the metal security gate.
Scratches — horizontal. Not claw marks. Tool marks.
