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Cherry Menwen walked.
Just walked.
Through the empty streets of Volaworand.
The snow billowed in her face as her boots made soft squish sounds on the snow. She walked with her head high in the air, her back straight, and her coat blowing in the wind.
A bodyguard followed close behind.
It was just like the movies.
She wiped the snow again off her phone and turned the brightness up more. The glare here was unbearable. No new texts from the courier. She grunted. As she walked, she texted: "I have made a full walk of the neighborhood already and the milk's not there. Work on your punctuality."
She dropped her phone in the snow in the snow after she hit "Send". She cursed and picked it up. The phone was flickering, but still functional. She wiped the snow and dirt off of it and slipped it into her pocket.
As she crouched down, she thought she saw the faint shadow of a woman in the distance behind her...