Annabel’s Pov
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I faced the mysterious man dressed in black.
He regarded me with a discerning gaze, responding cryptically, "Someone who knows you shouldn't be here."
Stepping back, my heart pounded in my chest. "I didn't do anything wrong," I protested, attempting to appear innocent.
A sly smile played on the man's lips. "Oh really? A girl in a man's bar. Didn't the guards warn you?"
Fear crept in, tightening its grip on me. The man reached out, his fingers grazing the fake mustache I had hastily affixed to my face. "This came off," he remarked casually.
Panicking, I stammered, "I am sorry. I just... I am lost, okay? It's better to be in here than out there."
The man hummed, contemplating my words. "Fair enough. Come with me. Dow
