Hazel sniffed, looking up at the crazy man who just laughed heartily. "What do you say?"
"I didn't see your people. I would have killed some if I had though," he smiled seeing her clenched fist on the ground.
"I mean, what do you mean by your collection?"
"Oh..." Lucifel said and then smiled. As the both of them remained on the soft sands, the river brushed through them, which wet Hazel's hair but Hazel who had calmed down a bit was now even more curious to know what the man said.
What could he mean by collection?
"A collection of prisoners?" He answered her question, his words coming out from him like he didn't know exactly and he was questioning her back before he added, "Prisoners are classified into two here in Greensville. The captured ones and the ones who trespassed their boundaries. Now that I think of this like this, you somehow fell in between the two."
