It did not take long for the screaming to finally stop, and it went quiet again. My eyes did not move from the prison hole, afraid that they might show up from the hole and attack us, or the Manji's, who also did not come back.
I walked closer to the mouth of the prison hole, peeking at what was under there. The Manji stood on the cage, one of them carrying a sword, the other was holding a bow and was about to shoot her arrow. But I could not see clearly what was in there. I just felt they were ready for something.
I turned to my father, who was getting scared, walked toward him with the dagger pointed straight to his face. "What exactly are you after?" I said firmly. He did not reply to me.
