Her voice was soft.
And light.
But it made a distinctive impact.
The air went silent for a few seconds. Then, the people hiding in the shadows all glanced at one another, expressions of confusion apparent in their eyes.
How had Viola Thompson detected their presence without them making any sound?
And her words showed no signs of panic.
If any other young lady had discovered she was being followed, she would've been scared out of her wits already.
But not Viola.
Far from it. She even took on a confident, leader-like demeanor, ordering the hidden people to reveal themselves.
This was mildly terrifying.
After a moment of hesitation, several figures emerged from the darkness, their bodies exposed under the streetlamp. They quickly surrounded Viola.
They were burly, big men.
Holding steel pipes in their hands, their eyes were venomous, glaring straight at Viola.
