The masked man stared at her. As he was wearing a mask, Stella couldn't see his expression clearly.
However, she could sense that the masked man knew her. Otherwise, why was he wearing a necklace with her photo in it?
"Speak," Stella urged him again.
"You wouldn't want to know who I am," The masked man said. His voice was low and hoarse, just like the sound of a cello, making people feel a faint sadness in their hearts.
She dismissed that sadness and did not continue to ask further. "Thank you for saving me."
"You don't need to thank me. You saved me this morning too, so we are even now." The masked man said. He then turned around and quickly disappeared from the basement.
Stella came back to her senses after that. She didn't want to think about it or look into it. If she didn't do so, troubles and worries then wouldn't arise.
She squatted down and tore off the mask of the man who had assaulted her.
