POV Random Tom:
The sun slowly rose from behind the horizon, painting the sky in orange and red tones. Smoke was rising from chimneys. Tom, a young tall and muscular man wearing above-average colourful clothes fitting his stance as a merchant's son, walked down a wide street.
"Aaaaah!" A loud female shriek shattered the quietness of the morning.
Hearing it, Tom immediately changed his direction, running in the direction of the shriek. He kept running, sweat pouring down his body, dampening his clothes, his breath turning ragged.
However, he didn't stop running, his libido-fueled determination making him move faster than usual, 'If there is a girl in trouble, then I must save her.'
Tom stopped only after spotting a small crowd gathered around a building entrance, making it impossible to see what was happening.
Loud and quiet murmurs were resounding through the crowd.
"These fanatics."
"How can they call themselves a charitable church when they did something so terrible."
