Seeing this, the leader of the gang couldn't help but look over.
However, in the next second, he found a shiny dagger appearing next to his neck. The blade glinted under the sunlight.
"Wha—"
The man almost stumbled back as sweat trickled down his head. He eyed the unmoving blade, his hands shaking in his side. How could this be?
There, behind him, was the young girl he had underestimated.
"Please," he choked out. "Please don't kill me."
His face turned pale, as his legs quaked under him. A part of him wanted to fall down and beg her, but he was afraid that the blade she was holding would spare no hesitation in cutting him.
She chuckled.
"I thought you were planning to take me hostage and kill my friends?"
The dagger dug deeper into the man's skin. The metallic scent wafted around them, as blood slowly trickled down his nicked skin. He shivered.
No! He couldn't die today, he couldn't!
