"Hey, little shit," Izzy sneered. "Do you really think you can escape from us?"
Zee tightened her hood, attempting to conceal her anxiety as dozens of gangsters closed in on her. She wasn't afraid of them at all, but it was the Arcanas in their hands that unnerved her. For some reason, their weapons seemed designed to counter her.
Izzy walked slowly, her gauntlet-clad hands clanging with each step, creating a menacing sound as she closed in on the girl in the gray hoodie. Her eyes burned with anger, a gaze shared by Dax and the other gang members. They held an unbearable grudge.
The scent of desperation thickened in the air. Instinctively, Zee crawled backward like a cornered prey. However, the gangsters were all around her, blocking any escape route. Hope dwindled with each breath.
Zee came to a halt as her back hit something. Turning around, she found a green-haired man standing behind her.
"What are you looking at, bitch?" Dax growled.
Bam!
