Gilda has always been wearing a sweater and a skirt that would reach her ankles. With her gentle and tranquil expression, anyone would thought that she was just one of those middle aged aunties who was working on a household. Simple and typical however, Charlie couldn’t help but to tremble when he saw right before his eyes on how this woman held a man’s head on the concrete wall beside them.
Her strong and thick arms beneath her sweater reached on the man’s head, crushed the mask and almost his skull. His eyeballs rolled up and the red veins were bulging as if the hold was about to burst his skull.
Charlie was trembling in fright, he had experienced different situations that almost killed him. There were several of them and he almost gone numb because of these things but upon meeting Tre
