"N-No… no…!" she gasped as she tried to rip it off, but her fingers wouldn't even move properly anymore.
"Hey! She's mine!" the woman with the whip shouted, stepping forward in anger.
Another figure appeared and walked toward Areum—a woman with the exact same face, same height, same smirk as the first. Her clothes were different, but her eyes had the same cruel light.
"Boss said we need her pretty, sis," the second woman said, voice mocking. Then without warning, she kicked Areum hard in the side. Areum's body rolled on the dirt like a broken doll and stopped only when she felt a heavy weight pressing down on her again.
It was the boss—he stepped onto her stomach with one boot with a grin,
"Areum!" the village chief shouted in despair from where he was trapped in the glowing net.
"G-Grandpa…" Areum muttered, trying to move her hand toward him, but it barely lifted an inch.
