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Satanists were fast. They had large builds and moved without any unnecessary movements. They were at least agile enough to not fall in public either. Usually, they were also around my size. But the woman in front of me was much smaller, slow at running, and sloppy overall.
It was only then that I was convinced that she was not a Satanist. I reached out my hand because I couldn’t just ignore her and pass by. However, she remained lying down on the ground, not even flinching.
"Hello?" I called out to her again, but there was no response. Passersby murmured as they looked at the fallen woman.
“Oh no, what should we do? Is she unconscious? Should I call emergency services?”
Faint voices of concern for the woman could be heard all around.
[She doesn't seem to be dead. She’s breathing.]
"Can you stand up?"
She didn't appear dead to me either. She seemed to lie there because she was embarrassed, but that wasn’t a good choice, because more people were gathering by the second. Some of them were genuinely contemplating calling 911. Fortunately, she seemed to sense that the situation was getting out of hand and got up and brushed off her knees.
"Oh, I'm not hurt. I'm fine. Thank you anyway." She tightly pressed down her disheveled hood and slightly lowered her head.
I caught a glimpse of...
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