The group of misfits approached us, the muscular young man among them coming face-to-face with Amelia.
Instead of stepping back, Amelia clenched her teeth and stepped forward, locking her gaze with the imposing young man.
I could swear I almost saw the sparks crackle in the air between them where their gazes met.
A palpable tension hung in the air, accompanied by an unsettling yet fragile silence that felt like a delicate piece of glass, moments away from shattering.
Surprisingly, it wasn't the black-haired archeress or the imposing bald young man who broke the silence first.
Instead, it was a slender silver-haired boy standing behind the muscular one.
He pointed a trembling finger in my direction and yelled, his voice filled with accusation:
"You! It's you!"
I arched an eyebrow and tilted my head slightly, glaring back at the silver-haired boy.
