Ruth

Ruth had been strolling through the market, looking forward to meeting her friend when she noticed a guy eyeing her with a smug grin. His arrogant demeanor made it clear that he saw her as an easy target, assuming she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Little did he know that he was targeting the wrong woman.

Her appearance, with undeniable beauty and a petite frame, often made her the target of men who underestimated her strength. Little did they know that behind her seemingly frail facade lay a fierce and formidable spirit.

It was common with the men; they see her beauty (she is undeniably beautiful.) and my short stature and think that she is weak and frail.

A playful glint danced in her eyes as she sensed his misplaced confidence. It was moments like these that fueled her eccentric nature, providing her with opportunities to surprise and challenge those who underestimated her.

With a sly smile, she let him believe in his delusion, not betraying the strength she possessed within. The man made his move, approaching her with an air of superiority. But little did he know, he was about to encounter the true Ruth—the woman who kept her identity hidden behind a carefully crafted mask.

it works as a kind of disguise for ruth.

Like how the vampires are beautiful to lure unsuspecting humans to them, then they drink their blood and leave them to die.

Just like that ruth appears beautiful and weak, hiding her real nature. Making them underestimate her. They never find out what she is capable of.

In her defense she didn't resort to violence until he started to get handsy with her.

Suppressing the urge to spill his blood, she let him go. First, we were in the middle of a street filled with people. And second, she was tired.

It has been three days already since she had gone home. She was weary.

Stretching her hands and rolling her neck, ruth was ready to leave the market and go to her home to take a well-deserved rest.

Before she could do that, someone called her. "Mrs. Westwood." a voice called in distant.

Mrs. Westwood? Isn't that... me? A gasp escaped me as I realized that it must be someone who works for Ethan.

I turned to find... Ethan in flesh walking towards me.