Among the crowd shuffled a grim figure. The woman was wrapped in a dark dress that nearly swept the ground. Her long hair was a wild mess as it cascaded down her back. With a deathly pale skin and such dark circles around her eyes, she resembled a walking corpse. People kept their distance accordingly. Hushed whispers were passed between curious bystanders and none of them were very kind.
However, Mary didn’t mind. In fact, having some personal space was a relief. As long as she could stay within her imaginary bubble, her anxiety wouldn’t get overwhelming. ...She hoped. Her gaze shifted down onto a piece of paper she was clutching weakly. A closer glance revealed a shopping list. Mostly it detailed food and ingredients, but a note was written about magic items. It was accompanied by several question marks, as she wasn’t sure if she could even afford anything...
Unfortunately, the mischievous wind had other plans. Suddenly it swiped the list from the ghastly woman’s hand and sent it fluttering along the street. With a startled squeak, she sprinted after the fleeing list. The chase took her past several stalls. Surprised people yelped and jumped back as she passed. Finally the paper came to a stop... By gently slapping into a total stranger. Mary's heart nearly jumped into her throat from sheer shock. Oh, nonono, not there! She approached silently, cautiously, dreading the mere thought of... s-s-s-social interaction. It wasn't until she was right behind the person that she dared to open her mouth. “E-excuse... me...” Her weak voice drifted in the air like a haunting whisper.