Turning her face toward the curious crowd, Ivy's face turned grim.
She adjusted the megaphone right near her mouth and began, "Everyone, you might be wondering why we have the captives who were lost a few weeks or months ago. The answer is simple: they were trafficked, and the one who had helped the most was the base leader of this base, Austin."
Her words were like a stone being thrown in still water. Whispers and gasps echoed in the air like ripples in the water.
"Are they telling the truth?"
"I always felt that there was something amiss about our leader!"
"Me too! Haven't you seen his wives? They look so scared! And the strange part is that all of them were replaced every week and were never seen again!"
A man with triangular eyes and pale skin interrupted the discussion.
