Gabriel's POV
"Dear Mr. Alpha, this is the 4th letter I am writing to you. Yesterday there was another s****l assault case on Oak Street, the 6th in the past two months, when will the guards and guards catch them? Mr. Alpha, we hope you can do something to protect the people here, and I hope I won't have to write the 5th letter.
All the people of Oak Street."
Luke put the letter paper away and put it on my desk, much grim-faced, "This can't happen again, even the guards failed to catch them, so you can see how cunning they are."
"I heard from the head guard that the man's accent was a bit slurred and there were tattoos on his body that looked like birds and rats, so I suspect a foreign invasion." My fingertips tapped on the table, like a bird and like a mouse, what the hell was that.
