As soon as Sevia entered the village, she noticed countless unfriendly gazes. Every household had tightly closed doors and windows, with a few villagers peering through small gaps in the windows with wary eyes.
"Excuse me..."
"Get lost."
"Is there anything I can help with..."
"Why haven't you disappeared yet."
"Sorry, I..."
"Where did this wild girl come from, all clean and tidy, surely one of those bastards, talking sweet but actually here to take things."
"Everyone is nearly dead, there's nothing left for them to steal, a damn bunch of vampires."
When she wanted to speak and seek help, the villagers would curse under their breath and silently lock their doors and windows.
