The truth (1)

Meanwhile, someone burst out of the workshop, nearly tripping over his own feet in his hurry.

It was Hajin, his face twisted with worry. Why? Because he heard a commotion and Lily was just here, and he knew damn well the kind of perverted idiots that worked here.

If anyone laid a finger on her... Well, who was he kidding? What was he—a coward with the fighting skills of a wet noodle—going to do? Politely ask them to stop? Cry? Probably both.

He shook his head, trying to banish those thoughts, but his heart was racing faster than his legs could carry him.

As he sprinted toward the noise, he braced himself for the worst. Would she be hurt? Harassed? Oh god, what if they were saying lewd things to her? Or worse... touching her?!

His blood ran cold. But just as his panic was reaching its peak, he saw something—or rather, someone—charging at him at full speed.

Hajin's life flashed before his eyes. Was he about to get tackled? Mugged? Killed?!