The sound of a tongue clicking echoed in the distance.
Eiran flinched, lifting his head, his eyes searching for the source. However, he couldn't spot any figure around him.
"Searching for me?" an amused tone laced with the question, echoing in the distance.
Unable to find the person who spoke, appearing no less than a ghost, Eiran's breath caught in his throat. His heart raced but he clenched his fists, trying his best to keep his composure.
"What do you want?"
A laugh answered him.
Then, another voice replied.
"We don't want anything from you, kid. What do you even have to offer us?"
"I-I have a few hundred shirings t-that I saved from the money Dad gave me monthly," the child stammered, fear binding his throat.
"Ha ha ha ha. You truly are an adorable one, aren't you?"
Eiran frowned.
"Show yourself if you aren't scared of a kid like me," the words pressed against his lips, fueled with rage although he was scared.
The two men laughed like he said a farce.
