As Marco released her, the woman fell to the ground, gasping for breath. She looked up at Benjo, her eyes filled with fear and pain. "Help me," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
The sight was enough to stir sympathy within Benjo. He took a step towards her, his eyes filled with concern. The woman, the Blood Queen, had cleverly manipulated the situation, painting herself as the victim.
Marco watched in disbelief as Benjo reached out to help the woman. "No, Benjo! She's lying," he cried out, but his words fell on deaf ears.
The Blood Queen's deception was working. She had successfully turned his friends against him, and Marco was left alone, his pleas unheard, his truth unbelieved.