"So what if he's young? Reckless and foolhardy, daring to storm into Devil Castle, he got what he deserved if he's dead."
"He really had it rough though, wasn't even twenty years old yet, looked so young."
"Who cares now? He's dead, and by tomorrow he'll be ashes. Let's drop it and go drink," one of them called out, and a few people laughed and left the garage, where the light was dim and all was quiet.
A cold metallic sound clanked, light yet piercingly clear in the quiet garage. Wushuang slid out from under the truck, rolled agilely on the ground, and hid in a corner. Only then did she start unwinding the steel rope wrapped around her arm. The steel rope twisted and turned in her hands, quickly becoming a heart-shaped handbag which she wrapped around her wrist, with the handbag hanging. Then, she pulled out a pistol from behind her waist and placed it inside a holster made of the steel rope.
