Rei had never considered himself a master tactician but a desperate men with a 100% Yandere Meter across five different categories tend to find creativity in unusual places—such as, for example, the bottom of a fruit barrel.
"Just a simple merchant," he muttered as he tucked his knees to his chest and stuffed himself between suspiciously squishy mangoes. "Smooth getaway, no explosions, no crazy girls. I just want peaches and peace."
The plan was flawless.
Step 1: Shave head. (Aborted itchy.)
Step 2: Disguise as fruit merchant. (Executed with a fake mustache, fake accent, and real fear.)
Step 3: Hide in outbound trade caravan. (Success rate: approximately 12%, but improving!)
Step 4: Never look back.
The barrel rocked slightly as the carriage bumped down the estate's cobbled road. Rei pressed a hand to his mouth to avoid dry-heaving into the produce. Mango in the eye was bad; mango in the lungs was worse.
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