The tall men sneered as they placed a rusty iron sword on the white neck of the girl, repeatedly gesturing as if probing where a single slash would satisfy their bloodthirsty desires.
The girl shivered uncontrollably, further amusing these scoundrels.
Suddenly, they paused, surprisingly noticing the sudden appearance of a little figure.
"Hey, another one," the leading man whistled. "Look what I've found, a little 'Shadow Person'."
The others laughed knowingly.
Dai trembled, fear almost pushing her to faint, gasping softly, yet unable to move as she faced her sister in these men's hands.
The girl in the men's grasp suddenly sensed something, lifted her head, her dull eyes gazing toward her sister's direction. "—Run, Dai! Run! Don't worry about me!" She mustered all her courage to shout.
But how could Dai run? Her sister, her only family in this world. Tears streamed uncontrollably as she struggled to lift a stone from the ground, wobbling as she faced the men.
