However, the blood battle an hour prior had pushed their nerves to the limit, and they couldn't relax until they saw someone.
Each second felt like a rapid drumbeat pounding on their hearts until finally, the person who came upstairs revealed their true form—a girl!
A very young girl, wearing a denim jacket over a cotton T-shirt, with a round neckline that outlined her slender neck. Her jawline was exceptionally refined, and a cap concealed the upper part of her face, leaving an impression of coolness at first glance. All around her was an aura of defiance and intimidation.
The girl stuck one hand in her pocket and raised the other to lift her cap, revealing those clear and stern eyes, scanning the ten or so people blocking the stairway.
She seemed to be assessing who was who.
After about a second, impatience flickered across her brow, and her slightly husky voice carried a hint of menace: "Aren't you going to move?"
