Evanna still couldn’t believe it.

The man with a buzz cut was outnumbered, and yet the ones harmed and writhing in pain on the floor were those black-clad men.

“Lady, are you alright?” the man asked, making his way over to her.

She nodded vigorously, her heart still pounding hard in her chest, “Y-yes, I-I’m alright,” she faltered.

“Good then.”

The man turned to leave.

“Thank you for your help, sir. I appreciate it, and I’ll find a way to pay you back somehow and…someday,”

The man paused in his tracks.

“Pay me back?” he asked, turning to face her once more.

She gulped but still steeled herself to respond,...