Rosina appeared on the peasant's side of the city. She noticed the clothes she was wearing had a hood behind them. She put it over her head to cover her hair and face.
"Now, where will I start?" Rosina muttered and looked at the posters with her face on the walls. She was amused by how the Palace used the poor and blinded them with money to solve their problem.
Rosina walked on the street barefoot. The wolves around glanced at her but paid no attention since they were busy making ends meet.
"I wonder where are you?" Rosina muttered and looked at the other road before venturing through it. She planned to start her kill with a man who betrayed her.
Rosina took a deep breath to know where he was located. She expected him to be at work, but he was at home, to her surprise. A smirk crept into her face as she went to him.
"Ehee," Rosina grinned while standing before an old house. She glanced around at the old men sitting in the corner, drinking alcohol.
