The next day.
Early morning.
Dragging her weary body, Isabella locked the bar door and walked out of the back alley.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of her.
"Ah..."
Isabella screamed, but then immediately recognized the person: "William, you scared me!"
With a suspicious expression, she asked, "Haven't you gone home yet?"
"Home? I don't have a home in Pulmoath, just a rented room..." William laughed: "I was a little worried about you, so I thought I'd walk you home since it's on my way."
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?" Isabella hesitated.
"Not at all, not at all!" William thought of the scene he saw in the evening: "But this bar... it feels like I've entered a gang's stronghold. The work is exhausting. If it weren't for my tuition fees, I would have quit a long time ago."
"I think it's okay..."
