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ure to no avail. I looked for her at the same spot she came running to me for help but didn't find her either. I asked those staying around that area which was close to the market but none seemed to be familiar with the descriptions I gave them. A

ck to about

ht that landed me a lot of money. My small one-bedroom apartment was located close to the market. The

tory, about to take a turn to the street that led to my apartme

contained the cash I had won from my fight. "Can't you see where you're going

wn hair fell carelessly over her shoulder and her large doe-like eyes glittered with fear. Her chest was heaving heavily, obviously because she had been running and a small crossover bag slung across her s

ust how could a pretty, young and innocent-looking g

I heard an approachi

he rose and cowered behind me, taking me by

lering in rage, ready to make an example of her. Some were carrying

osoever stole any item from the market ablaze and left them to roast and burn to ashes. Even though I didn'

ing the crowd said, glaring menacingly at her from the side of m

nched my fist, kee

s towards the girl. Some of them looked at me like I was crazy. But I di

led in frustration. "Hand her ove

m cheered in support

ut a loaf of bread," I shot back at them, sca

ou know how much a loaf of bread costs now? She's fully aware of her actions and the consequences that c

hind me. The angry mob started advancing toward us, with the ones holding

a wad of cash. I tossed it over to their lea

re if they'll accept it and let us go. "That

s eyes flashing with greed. He gave the order and gru

ss I had money on me otherwise this gir

old. "What were you thinki

red, her doe-eyes wide with guilt and something I couldn't quite

sorry for her. She only stole because she

midating so I kept my tone as light as possible so as not to

hanks for helping me. I would have been a burnt corpse by

ey were smothered with pain and a burden too heavy for someone her age to carry. She seemed like one who had endured more than her share of hardship and needed someone to care

al issues. I got into trouble a lot and had a vicious temper. At some point, I was considered a ticking time bomb among people around me.

ng tournament. Under his mentorship, I surprisingly turned out the winner. That was how I got into the fighting business. Though the profession came with a lot of risks - deadly age-long grudges from the losing partie

nd extended my hand to give it to her. "Here, have it. Stop stealing. It doesn't suit a pretty girl like you. Find

h an amount before and she gasped a little

aid in a voice bare

ed in r

ed slowly. "My apartment is just a few blocks away. Perha

lating her response. Then she looked back at

since she didn't know me. But I meant no harm. I just wanted to care for her. To help her. Give her a serious talk about staying

oming over to my place but she quickly picked up her cap, putting it on and saying. "It's g

could say anything else, she zoome

han. What kind of parent leaves their child to go steali

lan's impatient voice echo in my head, snappi

I was a champion fighter but eve

ays because you seem to be forgetting your duties as a

logized quickly with a hea

o and I won't complain. Cover that slut's head and take her to the car," he said while looking at Adrian

mes and they all ended up dead trying to keep up with his outrageous sexual demands or beheaded and dismembered after being caught trying to escape. I can't