20. She is mine

Rose flinched when she felt something with a sinister aura looming over her. She winced in pain when she felt a strong hand squeeze her shoulder. The girl immediately looked up and saw a dark brown-skinned young man staring at her intently.

"What do you see, Miss?" The horrible hissing snake-like sound sounded like venom in Rose's ears.

Rose glanced with her head still lowered, a tattoo adorned the man's dark hand that she couldn't understand the shape of. The girl then looked at the half-dying man in front of her, motionless in his weak state.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the woman squeezed the mop stick tightly in her hand. She had seen the injustice that made her soul struggle. The anger that had been suppressed for so long burst out.

"I see injustice," she hissed slowly. Rose glanced at the man's hand that was squeezing her shoulder and for some reason the man slowly let go of his hand.