𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒋𝒊, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 18 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅.
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆... 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆- 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.
"𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆-𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉.
"𝑰'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕..." 𝒀𝒆𝒋𝒊 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚'𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔.
"𝑶-𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒎 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂'𝒂𝒎, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏..." 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕-𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒙-𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐.
𝒀𝒆𝒋𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓.
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕?" 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.
