Woyu only hoped that he would pass out now so that by the time he woke up, everything would be settled and he would be waiting for Silas in the infirmary to fetch him a glass of whiskey.
Unfortunately, he did not pass out as he had hoped to be. Every muscle in his body was screaming and aching as if he had been run over by a truck. He could feel the fingers around his neck tightening. Less and less air flew into his windpipe, and he felt suffocated.
The man pressed his face closer to Woyu. His breathing was heavy and hot, tickling the fine hairs on the nape of Woyu's neck.
The woman in front of them was not holding any weapons nor bringing out any of her Special Items. She was wide open, and she looked like an easy target. She promenaded towards them like she was strolling in a garden to meet an old friend. Only when the woman stopped and stood in front of him did Woyu realize how wrong he was.
The woman was entirely out of their league.
