Her eyes were tightly shut, creasing her nose, but when she did not feel the tormenting pain, suspiciously, she slightly peeked through her left eye.
"Huh?" She was surprised at the unmoving sight of the men before her. The passage of time had stopped, and she could not even move her body. In the silent ambience, she heard very light footsteps approaching her.
"Are you hurt anywhere, little lady?" A very masculine and deep voice propositioned her. She could not move her body, but unexpectedly, she was lifted into the air and carried in a princess style. Those warm, big hands wrapped around her shoulders and knees.
She could now see the face of the man before her; he had long black cascading hair, his eyes were green but hollow, and he had a compact smile. His facial features were contrasting, but they somewhat reminded her of Hael. He wore a black coat, and underneath it was a satin white shirt and a waistcoat.
"I am injured."
