"Shh!" A teenage girl put her index finger over her mouth in silence as she closed the door, removing all light from the room the group was dragged into.
"What's going on? Who are you?" Xenia whispered as their eyes began adapting to the darkness, a faint outline of a girl emerging.
The shadowy silhouette of the girl suggested that she wore her hair in 2 long twin tails, with a small face and slim figure.
"You guys must be the Rangers auntie hired. What do you think you're doing wandering around the village like that? Haven't you heard the stories?" The girl softly whispered, with a scolding tone mixed into her speech.
"We apologize about that. We just finished dealing with a rather unsavory band of men. They said that they often come on their glowcycles. I assume you know who I'm speaking of," Clyde recounted, the girl gasping as she heard his story.
