Felix strolled down the street and had unknowingly arrived at a downtown area.

There, he saw a woman in her 30s. Her eyes were red and swollen as she actively spoke with people who passed by. "Miss, do you have the ametrine blood type? What about you, sir? Do you have ametrine blood?"

Alas, her efforts were unsuccessful. Passersby who were nice would reply, "No." As for those who had fouler tempers, they treated her like she was a lunatic. Some even shoved her away.

Even so, the woman continued her task of asking around for that specific blood type. Felix could tell the woman likely hadn't slept for several days from her haggard appearance.

"Sir, do you have the ametrine blood type?" She stopped Felix in his tracks to ask the same question.

"Is someone in your family ill and needs to have extra blood in case of transfusions?" Felix replied.

It was the first time someone had asked her a question in response. Her gaze was bleak and devoid of hope. Yet, she wanted to vent her em