Midseashire, Limon City.
Jasmine wrapped a scarf around her face and exited the apartment.
She had heard that the annual Limon Carnival had begun, so she wanted to visit it at the municipal square.
Because of the war last year, the carnival hadn't been held. This had greatly disappointed Jasmine. After that, she suffered the greatest trauma in her life. From then on, she hid at home and didn't dare to go out.
Perhaps it was because she had been confined at home for too long—one that was very cramped—Jasmine had been eager to go on the streets recently. She wanted to walk around just like she did in the past.
As she turned her gaze, she saw her reflection in the large glass window by the side of the street.
