Selica walked alone in the middle of the night, treading the dangerous alleyways of Croc City. Unknown to her, five thugs were already tailing her, staying around a hundred meters back and using the houses to hide.
"We'll catch her when she goes near Jhon's house. Make sure she doesn't scream." One of them whispered as they stared and observed her with binoculars.
"I can tell just by looking at her." The fighter, called Henry, stated. "A fighter, a melee one. She's probably a pugilist judging by the way she walks and her arms."
They smiled. "Then she's unarmed, but isn't there a possibility of her being a monk?"
"I doubt it. You won't find a monk walking around like that, let alone buy alcohol or weak normal clothes. They are dedicated people."
