A puff of smoke drifted into the office through the crack of the door, followed by a slender, pale hand that emerged from the smoke and yanked forcefully.
Suddenly, the smoke formed a ring.
Dressed in black hunting attire, Marinda, clenching a pipe in her teeth, stepped out from the ring of smoke.
The lady's deep blue eyes, filled with red veins, did not hesitate upon seeing Arthur's plate. She reached for the smoked chicken leg and stuffed it into her mouth.
While stuffing, she asked,
"What happened?"
Rough, impolite.
This was the true face of the Lady of the Eternal Night, whom all the young men in South Los were infatuated with. Arthur had gotten used to it, but it was Malz's first encounter.
For the old sheriff, the mere appearance of a living person from a smoke ring was shocking enough, but the scene that followed was even more unacceptable to him.
So much so that he failed to notice his smoked chicken leg was taken by Arthur.