A person who knows they’re unlucky generally falls into one of two types.
One is someone who thinks misfortune is inevitable, gives up on everything, and lets fate take its course.
The other is someone who lives with their guard up every second, determined to fight back against all that misfortune.
Cheong Harin belonged to the latter type.
Her goal was to survive because she didn’t want to be devoured and killed by this goddamn bad luck.
So even when she spotted the being known as a heinous criminal on the Gallery,
she first assessed the situation with a cool head.
“What?”
A bizarre being draped in black rags and emanating a suspicious aura.
At first, she thought it might be a homeless person or a vagrant, but the more she looked, the stranger the movements of the black cloth draped over it seemed...
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