Through the dim light of the sunset, walked bravely a man in a pitch-black suit that concealed his appearance under its darkness; only when his posture got closer, Luna caught his look as her husband, Danish coming at the right time.
"Who are you?" The leader, with the baseball bat in his hand, stood up against him with his gang standby behind him. "Don't meddle with my business young man!" He spat his threatening words to the ground.
With his martial skills, their number or power could not intimidate him; on the contrary, he took some steps forward.
"I am her husband." He asserted.
As if disbelieving in what Danish said, that bulky man with long and shaggy hair shifted his eyes from Danish to Luna and vice versa. "How could you marry this ugly woman?" His word of disdain didn't provoke Luna to spit him her anger as escaping this place safely with Danish was what mattered to her.
