Crying Children

The bat came down fast, aimed straight for Grey's head.

He stepped to the side effortlessly, dodging the attack as if it were nothing.

His attacker, a woman in glasses, quickly adjusted her stance.

She wore a crisp white shirt and a fitted ash-gray skirt that were now disheveled and stained with streaks of dirt and blood.

Her determined gaze never wavered as she swung the bat again.

This time, Grey avoided the attack with a quick backward step.

The force of her swing carried her forward, and she used the momentum to position herself in front of the kids, standing protectively like a shield.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice firm and laced with suspicion.

Grey straightened up, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of peace.

"I'm here to help," he said.

Her eyes narrowed.

"That doesn't answer the question!"

Grey tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.