Abby, in the store, often glanced out the store window to look at Ophélia. Every time she looked, she would smile. But outside... things were getting bad. Ophélia begun to feel the pressure of the staring at her, the judgement. The feeling of the uncomfortable heat washing over her unpleasantly. She heard voices, probably from people who thought she couldn't hear them. [i]"Ugh... what is [u]that..?[/u]"[/i] [i]"Emperor... what is that thing?"[/i] [u]"I can't even stand to look at that..."[/u] [b]"Huh, who brought out the circus freak on a walk?"[/b] followed by a chuckle. The cloud of noise that was the ambience outside began feeling like an intense pressure on her. As if every voice was targeting her.