Walking calmly, worrying that her footsteps would be too noisy, Lisa held her breath, wincing in her heart and glancing at the teenager in front of her.

His tall physique, similar to that of Marcos', looked nothing like the thirteen-year-old he truly was.

The only reason one could tell he was still a teenager was through his face, which still had some baby fat, and his childish actions toward his elder brother.

She moaned, it wasn't easy living in a lion's den as a mouse.

He directed her to a passageway, thrusting the enormous red doors with tremendous strength, inside a room that turned up to be his.

The mattress...