Isabella glided down the street, her cloak billowing behind her.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke, street cleaners scrubbing the blood-stained roads. She knew that there were likely over a thousand people holding signs here earlier, now all cleared away.
Signs of rebellion were everywhere.
Safalai City was in an unprecedented state of unrest, and Isabella sensed anxiety all around her.
The number of posters and graffiti had increased tenfold, every street artwork a glaring red, symbolizing bloodshed and resistance.
The streets were nearly deserted, and Isabella thought it wouldn't be so bad to grab some snacks amid the chaos.
She savored the pleasure from her newly implanted tech, observing her prey as visual panels floated above their heads, reporting blood type, volume, health status, and diabetes type. This made it easy for her to choose an appropriate target for a feast. Unfortunately, they were either too fat or too unattractive.
