A Peek Into the Healer's Life

{Charlotte}

The journalist got up early the next morning.

She did so because this was the time she'd coordinated the previous day. The time she would meet that one classmate who knew Neve Stephens.

"La beauté qui parcourt ces salles, l'ange qui tombe dans le désespoir, ce sont les mêmes!"

Charlotte sang a bouncy tune as she walked across her apartment wearing nothing but an oversized white t-shirt. Preparing a cup of coffee for herself, she checked the news online.

[... More outbreaks?] She asked herself as she took a sip. Displayed on her phone was an article featuring several images of sudden monster attacks that had occurred overnight. [I guess we're in the middle of another activity spike.]

It wasn't terribly uncommon for monsters to appear out in the streets, climbing out from the sewers or pouring out from abandoned buildings, more frequently all of a sudden. So, like everyone else who looked at this article, Charlotte just shrugged and kept reading other pieces of news.