Freya

A few people in the crowd began to murmur, their voices rising with doubt.

“Wait… he looks fine now.”

“Was he pretending the whole time?”

The man’s face shifted instantly, panic flashing through his eyes as he realized the tide was turning.

“I—I was just—”

“Just what?” the lady cut in smoothly, her voice sharp and amused. “Scamming people in broad daylight?”

She stepped closer, tilting her head with exaggerated innocence. “Didn’t you say your whole body was broken a few seconds ago?” Then she mimicked him perfectly, clutching her side and wailing in a high-pitched, over-the-top voice, “Oh! My arm! My leg! My teeth! It’s broken! I’m dying!...