บท 77: The recalled past is never accurate

[Mike. Afternoon.

Sewers. Shanshan.]

"Let—... e...—oo!"

"N...! St—y...HELP!"

An odd entanglement of voices woke me up. I turned to my side and tried to get up. Taking the support of my hand, I pushed myself up as a groan escaped me. The jumbling voices came to a halt, and a few people huddled around me.

"Where... is this?" I said.

"Meekeh, are you alright?" someone answered back. I turned my head to the side and saw a pink-haired girl sitting on a couch. Like a mafia boss and their caporegime, the girl sat with her legs crossed, and five men surrounded her.

"Miss Nea? Ack... Where?"

"In the sewers, these bastards had made a whole hideout in here!"