"Let me go!"
Upon hearing the voice, Merlin gasped in surprise. He quickly assumed a vigilant stance and looked back.
"That voice... a cry for help?" he murmured seriously.
Lyserra straightened up and gave a small nod. "Yes, it sounded like someone calling for help. Go check it out."
Without a second thought, Merlin dashed toward the source of the voice.
***
"Get away from me, you evil bastard!"
In the narrow, dark alley, an eleven-year-old girl glared at the two men before her.
The man on the right was tall and well-built, his bald head revealing slash marks on his muscular neck and a burn scar stretching across the right side of his face.
The man on the left was thinner, yet his muscles were still clearly defined.
His yellowish-brown hair was cut short, and his eyes glimmered with a lewd, unsettling light.
"Hehehe... Little girl, you're finished—my partner and I will eat you now," the burly man on the right said, sticking out his long tongue.
