In the frozen land, away from the cozy cottage where Alexei slept in the embrace of his lover, a woman stepped off from the last bus on the route.
Despite it being early spring, the weather in Eldwych was always on the colder side.
Some regions even saw light snow—just like the dark streets of St. Joseph.
The woman didn't seem to mind the heavy chill in the air. Her strides were confident as she stepped forward on her high heels.
Under the thigh-length skirt, her long, slender legs were on display, attracting the gazes of many.
A scarf around her neck touched her sharp chin, her breasts jiggling with her fast movements.
A pair of red-painted lips was pursed, and her dark eyes gleamed with youthful vitality as she hurried along the side path.
Her thin fur coat swished along as she rounded the corner.
Against the darkness of the night, her dolled-up appearance was like a beacon in the dark, attracting the gazes of all the passersby.
