"I will say it one last time! Come out now if you are not an undead! I do not want to harm you, so, come…"
Lilou and Law held their breaths as they looked around. Shadows stretched to the faint light on the street until people slinked out of the shadows. They studied those in their full view, recognizing their haggardness and cautiousness in their eyes.
"Uhm." A meek voice of a child stole Lilou's attention, making her look back at the narrow alley.
There, hiding between two houses, was a little girl. Her face was covered with dust and dirt, and the hem of her dirty dress was torn. Just the sight of her, Lilou already guessed why this girl was in this narrow alley and who were the people in this district.
"Are you the only people who aren't turned into undead?" asked Lilou, turning her head to the people in the street.
