She was naked once more, and despite the fact that she was standing in the middle of a street, it seemed perfectly normal. Not necessarily comfortable, but not shameful or embarrassing. Besides, the street was empty. It seemed old, as if located a century or more in the past. The road was made of stone rather than asphalt. The buildings were low and wooden, some of them with thin whisps of smoke rising from their chimneys.
( The horror )