"Ummphhh!" One of the thugs struggled to break free of the binds restricting him, preventing him from even shouting for help.
"Why are you trying to scream for help now?" The hooded man was Compass Carburettor, watching the two men wriggle their muscles in an effort to tear apart the bindings constricting them but failed to do so.
'Alright, it's stronger than what an adult brute could tear off naturally.' Nodding in response, Compass Carburettor gradually removed the hood, causing the two thugs to stare at his eyes that brimmed with starlight.
The bindings came off as the faces of the thugs turned pale with fright. They felt a primal sense of fear, screaming for help, "No…NO! Please spare us…gwarrgh!"
Their bodies melted and transformed into Mental Fragments that flowed into Compass Carburettor who stored them in his Dreamland. He then covered his face with the hood and walked out of the alleyway and arrived at a nearby restaurant.
