Victor clicked his tongue in mild frustration as he watched the girl walk away, a hint of disappointment in his expression. He was hoping for a different outcome, but it seemed the situation was more delicate than he had anticipated.
Ashara, who had been piecing together the details, finally understood the full picture. "So, she's a victim of some kind of assault?" she inquired, her voice tinged with concern and empathy.
She paused, waiting for Victor to confirm her suspicions. When he didn't respond, she pouted slightly and added, "You know, if I were a victim... I don't think I would trust someone who hides behind a mask."
Victor blinked a few times, turning to face her with a curious expression. "Do you think so?" he asked. If his mask was the problem... then he might not be able to help her.
Ashara's pout deepened her expression a mix of annoyance and playfulness. "Now you're talking to me!" she exclaimed, slightly exasperated.
