Sometime unknown, the place where Sky Moore had parked was already surrounded by a group of people.
Because of the dim light and their black clothing, the two of them had only just now realized the presence of these thugs.
These people had hair dyed in various colors and started whistling when they saw them looking over.
The one who had scratched Sky Moore's arm looked very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, casually chomping on gum and standing there looking at Lily Smith and Sky Moore.
"So you're that... What's it, Lily?"
He twirled a dagger in his hand, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his somewhat youthful face.
Lily Smith ignored him and turned her head towards Sky Moore, whose complexion was slightly pale, pressing one hand against his arm as fresh blood dripped through his fingers.
Her heart throbbed at the sight, tightening in concern.
"Is the wound deep?" she asked softly.
