In the alley, Layla was trapped by a group of young men dressed in street punk.
At this time, there were not many people coming in this way, and a few passers-by quickly avoided the route when they saw the intimidating youths.
Meanwhile, she stood alone in the middle of the crowd; there was no panic on her face but only disdain.
The lads stared at her for a long while before rubbing their eyes in disbelief.
Then, the group's leader with bright-coloured hair dyes stood forward, saying, "No way. Are you the Layla we know from Spring Bay? When we heard that you went to university, we couldn't believe our ears."
"Stop staring." Taking a step back, she avoided his obscene eyes and declared, "It is indeed me, Layla."
Everyone around was instantly flabbergasted.
"Brett, it's really her! B
