A GINGER and green silhouette dashed through a crowded street, as fear spurted from every inch of her body. Adda cursed internally, repeating herself to run faster and faster, so blissfully unaware of her surroundings that she was sheltered from the embarrassment of the judging pedestrians. With her commotion, she managed to easily shock the poised and refined women while annoying the serious and elegant men who had the misfortune to cross her path. They seemed specially confused, as for their appearance; sporting tailored suits and hats or furred trenched coats and scarfs most likely of animal skin, some synthetic but very well done, it seemed like Adda was passing through a wealthy neighborhood, one even wealthier than hers. But, even with the gasps and mumbling that surrounded her, Adda
