Margaret sat on the sofa,
Charles's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her current state was very unfamiliar to him.
Just then, a gaunt man next to her, his eyes filled with a hint of wicked desire, looked around and upon realizing that Margaret was alone, slowly moved beside her and reached toward her chest.
As his hand was about to grasp the richness beneath her clothing, a sharp Anchor Hook shot over, piercing through the man's forearm.
"Ah!!" Accompanied by a scream of intense agony, Charles yanked the man out from the store and onto the street.
Hearing the commotion, Margaret lifted her head to look over, her pupils dilated and her eyes stared blankly with a string of foolish laughter.
Charles approached the store, wanting to help her up, but several shoulder-height shadows with red sashes appeared in front of Charles, blocking his way.
There had always been guards around Margaret; had Charles not intervened, that man's fate wouldn't have been much better.