Chapter 12
How did the children see me?
A small frame, similar to that of a child.
They might mistake me for a young girl or a halfling, but the problem was my appearance—I was dressed in tattered clothes, with my face completely hidden under a hood and a mask.
I was exuding an aura of pure suspicion.
From the children’s perspective, it wouldn’t be strange if they mistook me for a shady person.
Naturally, when faced with someone suspicious, people feel uneasy or wary—those feelings trigger an instinctual fear.
Of course, street thugs didn’t react that way when they saw me.
To them, I wasn’t a threat but an easy target—someone weak, someone they could shake down without effort.
Like predators spotting easy prey, they would have immediately set their sights on me.
But children were different.
Because children were inherently weak—well, most of them.
It was natural for them to be wary of strangers, and in some cases, even outright terrified.