"You're really shrewd…" A soft but gravelly voice emanated from behind the stage as a girl with fiery red hair approached a boy with jet-black hair.
The boy was seated on a small brick, propped against a stall. The area was relatively quiet, with people bustling about doing their own things, paying no heed to the duo.
"I always had a knack for it. Isn't that what you thought of me?" the boy replied, shrugging. Even the shrug seemed to cause him discomfort, a subtle shudder coursing through his body. However, he maintained an unwavering expression.
"Yeah…," the girl replied, her amber eyes fixated on the unnatural bulge in the boy's shoulder, a clear sign of injury.
"….." The boy seemed disinclined to respond, his hands slowly moving towards his shoulder, gripping his arm.
CRACK
With a swift motion and a satisfying crack, he maneuvered his arm back into place.
