“WHO THE HELL DID THAT?!” the biggest guy bellowed in rage, loosening his grip on my collar. Seizing the opportunity, I wasted no time in wriggling free from his grasp. I managed to escape, although I fell to the ground in the process. However, my freedom came at a cost as the big guy’s attention quickly refocused on me, his anger evident in his glare. His two companions moved in closer, closing the gap between us.
Panicking, I realized the situation had taken a turn for the worse. I was already struggling to hold my own against one guy, and the prospect of two more joining in was terrifying.
“It was me, ugly oaf,” a high-pitched but masculine voice rang out, capturing everyone’s attention.
Wait, that voice sounded too young to be a man. I traced where the voice was coming from, and my
