68 Vol 2. pt. 5 Patch 1.0: Encounter at the Festival (1/2)

Through dark alleyways only illuminated by the lingering fireworks above set off by independent parties, into busy streets crowded by passersby as they head home or to taverns now that the main events are over – Fenrir chases after the short glimpses that he can catch of that remarkable girl.

Sometimes he feels as if he's but chasing after an illusion given just how elusive she is, but going by others talking about her and looking in her direction as he gives chase, she has to be real.

The girl that he wants to save most right now is away from the king whom claims ownership of her and his guards that protect her.

He wants to shout out for her to wait or stop, but he doubts that a captive running away is going to easily stop if somebody shouts at her to.

She's faster than he is, too.

The chase leads him into another alleyway. Standing at the end of it is a girl facing a dead end as she frantically looks around for an escape.

Fenrir stands at the only entrance to the alleyway.

She turns around, sees him, and backs up until her back is to the wall of the building behind her.

He raises his hands to show her that he is unarmed and, hopefully, to convey that he isn't here to hurt her. He still doesn't want to say anything given how close he is to the main street. The last thing either of them needs is to attract attention.

With nowhere for her to run, he gets close enough that he can quietly talk to her. ”I'm here to help you,” Fenrir says, keeping his hands where she can see them. ”I'm a friend. Promise.”

The girl relaxes for a moment, but it doesn't last. ”I've – I've heard that one before,” she says. Her voice betrays her semi-monstrous appearance. Rather than sound anything like a monster should, she has an incredibly soft, angelic voice that sounds soothing even when she's stressed out like now. ”Who are you?”

”I'm just some guy who can't resist getting into trouble. I saw that asshole holding you up when he arrived on his ship, and seeing that made me instantly dislike him and want to save you,” Fenrir explains, his eyes locked on that metal collar around her neck.

Her eyes light up as her entire demeanor changes. ”Save me? You want to save me?”

Fenrir looks a bit confused from her sudden excitement, but he nods.

”No, no – you can't. I am naught but a prized toy of that cruel, evil man. I cannot be saved. There are none who would dare oppose him for a horrifying girl such as I,” she says, turning away and raising one hand to cover her mouth while her other hand wipes away non-existent tears.

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He has a feeling that she's enjoying this too much.

”…you're totally into the whole damsel in distress trope, aren't you?” he asks.

The girl freezes.

Why can't he meet a single normal girl in this game?

”Anyways, seriously, I'm here to help you. I've got a ship and everything that you can hide out on. I don't know how you escaped on your own, but I'd be happy to help you stay escaped,” Fenrir offers.

She looks up at him with a serious yet somber expression. Her expression tells him that she's appreciative of the offer, but that she doesn't want to bring anybody else into this. ”I am sorry, but I really can't. It would be bad for you if you were discovered to have helped me. Right now, I am just out on a run. They will surely find me soon. They always do. I just – I need to get out of there to stretch my legs every so often.” She looks down at the ground. ”Thank you for your concern. I truly appreciate it, but it would be better spent elsewhere.”

”Fuck that.”

She looks up at him.

”Do you want to be his prisoner forever?”

She shakes her head.

”Then come with us. We're all already prepared to get fucked over if anything happens because we screw up and get in trouble, but that won't happen.”

”I… I can't. I'm sorry. I would feel horrible if anything happened to anybody because of my mistake in getting caught in the first place.”