"You are a menace!" the System wailed. "You just scammed a kind-hearted doctor with a piece of scrap wood!"
"It is called budgeting," Heena corrected coldly.
Without waiting for Ren to recover from his shock, Heena stepped over the threshold and walked out of the clinic, disappearing into the cold, bustling labyrinth of the lower market district.
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Ten minutes after executing her flawless, incredibly dramatic exit from the clinic, Heena came to a complete, agonizing standstill.
The adrenaline of her performance was beginning to wear off, leaving her fractured ribs to throb in rhythm with her heartbeat. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the crushing realization of her current predicament. She was standing in the middle of a freezing, pitch-black alleyway, entirely surrounded by shadows.
