He had a dark, gray complexion. I stood behind a wall peeking with narrowed eyes, listening at them.

"But it's dangerous! How can we do this without being caught and killing us mercilessly?!"

The other man shouted and whispered.

It was on the ground, I think, that he took the punch from the other. He's dressed differently than any other outfit you've seen here. His hair was curly, long, tied back, and his skin was white, as if he was ill because of its excessive whiteness.

"You're dead anyway if you don't do it, you idiot," said the man standing.

The curly-haired sighed and stood on his legs with furrowed...