"Don't you pity the poor soul? Let's help her."
One of the two people who are staring at the heavily injured girl says.
"Okay."
"There's only one way to help you, and that's for you to..."
"CHANGE!!!"
The other person says.
One of the two people that seems to have a deep voice kneels down and touches the hand of the girl that's almost having her last breath.
"Don't you think being in this position is unfair to you?"
"You've lived earnestly as a mistress's child all your life just for you to die in the middle of nowhere."
"Isn't that unfair?"
The girl lying on the floor in the midst of blood nods with her last strength.
"I'll help you. I'll let the one who put you here fix it themself."
"Do you agree?"
The girl gathers all her might to breathe out a small;
"Yes."
