She could feel her sweats running down his back, her tears filling her eyes just looking at the man with his knife aimed at her. She had never been in this kind of position before.
She had lived in different parts of the world and various cities, but she had never encountered a criminal who would want to take her belongings. Maybe some beggars who asked for donations but not forcefully.
She had begged, but he still did not want to leave her alone until she heard a familiar voice. Suddenly, she thought she was dreaming as her eyes landed on him. The man was also shocked, but fortunately, she stepped back a little, avoiding the knife he was holding.
But she did not care much about getting hurt anymore as her fear doubled, watching him. But this time, it was not for her safety but his as her assailant turned to him.
