"Arielle, what's happening? This is taking too long," there's a male voice coming from the right. My head flies to his direction and I forget about how s**t I feel to face him and get ready for anything. I've never seen this guy before, "Is he giving you problems?"
"No, he's actually making me laugh a lot," Arielle responds, letting me know she knows him. This... tall man. Around late twenties, freshly buzzed head, tick beard, "Go back, Gabe."
"Why isn't he calling the cops yet?" another man asks, joining us. This one is taller and has shaggy brown hair. He gives me a judgy look, from head to toe, "This is him? Underwhelming, Luna."
"He looks like s**t right now, to be honest. He wasn't so skinny back when he was kicking me out of the pack," Arielle responds and all I can do is turn bac
