A Bunch of Weakling (1)

Medeia watched the gang of bandits from the top of the canyon wall. Lying flat on her stomach, she pressed the binoculars to her eyes.

"Oh, their faces look scary," she said casually. "The kind of faces that would suit to be corpses."

Lucian, lying beside her, didn't bother looking at the bandits. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on his girlfriend's serious expression.

"What if they're not bandits?" he asked. "Everyone looks becoming bad after struggling to survive the apocalypse. Maybe they're the survivors the system mentioned."

Medeia lowered her binoculars and turned toward him. "Lucian, honey, listen to me. If you want to know whether someone is good or bad, I'm the best person for the job." She smiled, puffing her chest proudly. "I can smell evil from miles away."

No, actually, she couldn't. But after dealing with rotten humans for so long, she had developed a talent for reading people in mere seconds.