"Hey, there. Kekekekeke."
Reve heard a voice sneak up behind him. He smiled vilely as soon as he heard those particular words.
'They are here,' he thought.
Reve turned around to face the origin of the voice. It belonged to a crooked brown-haired man dressed in brown rags.
His foul words complimented his unkempt wavy hair as he spoke, "Word's around here is that you are a rich lad. To make this easier, why don't you pull back your hood and give us all you have?"
The crooked man whistled into the air. Following that, five others with the same dressed styles appeared from both sides of the street's corner. Two on the left. Three on the right.
Reve saw the glint of metal in their left pockets. Surely, they all had a weapon with them.
Pretending to be intimidated, Reve raised both his hands up and smirked, "Gentlemen, am I to assume I'm being robbed?"
