Her hand was shaking as she started to gather the facts provided to her and how these were connected to what Rodolfo gave her. If she was not mistaken, the man went out of the pack to buy her clothing on the same night that he was set up in the forest near the warehouse. While Draken still snaking his arm around her body, she suddenly straightened her back, knowing that what the man underwent was her fault, even if she did not say for the man to buy her something. She had no idea that it was the payment for the good deeds that the man did for her, and she cannot imagine herself if Rodolfo was killed instead of the cruel right hand of the head.
“It…It was my fault.” She whispered. For her, if the man didn't go out that night, he wouldn't be caught in such a situation.
Draken could sense
