In the room, Freya recognized the voice as somewhat familiar, triggering a memory.
She rose from the bed, flicked on the room's light, and headed outside.
Upon seeing Bradley pinning down a boy, she was surprised.
"Simon Smith, why are you here?"
As Freya approached, the tearful boy bit Bradley and then dashed towards her.
"Freya, help me! This guy wants to kill me."
Avoiding his embrace, Freya scrutinized Simon.
He was the youngest son of Mrs. Smith.
Back in the countryside, this kid used to torment her frequently.
She didn't expect to encounter him here.
"Tell me, what are you doing here? Otherwise, I won't go easy on you."
"I... I..."
Simon stammered and darted to the side, clutching a basket of vegetables.
This time, Freya was quicker, catching up and knocking him down.
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