Midnight in Lion King City was quiet. Almost all the shops had closed, and the streets were already void of pedestrians.
A drunken man staggered out of a tavern with a bottle in hand. He walked to the wall, loosened his belt, and began urinating carelessly while whistling.
"Pop." Just a short distance behind him, a pair of petite boots landed on the ground.
"Hey, you drunk!"
"Hmm?"
"I'm talking to you!"
The drunk turned around and saw Vivian standing at a distance. She was wearing a long red dress, her cloak draped over her shoulders, watching him with a blank expression.
The smile on the drunk's face gradually grew strange: "Well, hello there, little miss?"
He hurriedly finished urinating and pulled up his pants.
Vivian stood silently, her expression unchanged, still watching him.
