Rebecca froze in place, looking up to recognize the man leaning casually against the streetlamp, the same one who had appeared in her room the other night!
The man stood there with a laid-back posture, arms crossed, his tone dripping with nonchalance.
'Why is he here?'
A small, secret spark of hope lit up inside Rebecca.
'Since we know each other, surely he'll help me now that I'm being harassed, right?'
The drunken man hadn't expected anyone else to be in such a secluded corner. He quickly got off Rebecca, eyeing the guy suspiciously.
"Who are you? Do you know this lady?"
The man, chewing on a leaf, exuded an untamed, rebellious vibe. He shrugged.
"Don't get me wrong. We've only just met, so we're not quite there yet."
"Are you going to meddle in this?"
He shrugged and took a fe
