But, their movements were like that of a trained warrior, so I couldn't help but stay weary as I let them take me out of the establishment.
"You have to be careful in there… nasty people are always going around," A girl with locked black hair explained.
She was about my physical age, maybe around twelve to thirteen years old, yet her mental age and the way she observed her surroundings made me feel as if she was much more mature than she looked.
Her skin had a light tan, and her eyes were pitch black, but the thing that really caught my eye was the golden tattoos shimmering across the side of her neck.
"Oh, you're here," I muttered, slowly looking up at the woman standing behind the little girl.
"Hi, sweetie… I didn't expect us to meet so soon again," Auntie Celestine smiled while placing her hands on the little girl's shoulders.
"Is this your daughter?" I immediately began to question.
