Chapter 267 - String

In a small café some miles away from the incident, a quaint woman sat alone. Her straight silver hair framed a face softened by gold-rimmed glasses, and a black sweater draped her slender frame. She took a small sip of the liquid in her cup and raised her head from the book she was reading, seemingly staring into empty space. Her abnormality seemed to be ignored by the numerous individuals around, as if she were non-existent. After a moment, she suddenly picked up a pen from the table and began to write furiously in the book she had been gazing at. Numerous bizarre characters were depicted on its pages; the chaotic scribblings, although seemingly random, were full of what could only be described as mathematical beauty.