While I Slept (3)

In Risk City, the category of fashion was extraordinarily broad and expansive, while remarkably permissive at the same time.

For starters, there was me, who had picked up a suitable rag from a clothing donation bin and gone around wearing it─.

Fluorescent bomber jackets that shimmered, people who had replaced the skin of their faces entirely with metal, and even people who preferred clothing associated with another gender.

With merely somewhat distinctive fashion, it was difficult to attract anyone’s attention on the streets.

Even now, just look over there.

“What the f─.”

“…Hyung, what’s wrong all of a sudden?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

The combination of a bushy beard, pink hot pants, and red high heels was too much for me to accept.

Behind him was a man dressed as a bunny girl...