"The idiot you stole from," Alden said, looking at two kids in front of him.
A boy and a girl.
Both of them had brown hair and green eyes.
Their clothes are unkempt and torn in places. Alden's gaze softened slightly looking at them.
They looked too mature for their age.
Especially the boy.
He stood between Alden and the girl, his posture tense and eyes defiant.
There was no fear in him—just the quiet, sharp resolve of someone who had decided his life was worth less than hers.
Alden had let the boy steal his ManaSync out of pure curiosity. He didn't really have any intentions.
Okay, maybe just a slight intention.
But it would have helped them as well.
"You can take your ManaSync." The boy extended his hands holding the device. "Let my sister go."
"You can relax. I'm not here to hurt you." Alden replied, trying to ease the tension.
But, instead of relaxing, Mark gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"
He didn't trust Alden in the slightest.
