Ariana stood looking around and breathing like a driven animal. However, this was not so far from the truth. It was the cornered animal that she now resembled. She had absolutely nowhere to run, and sell her life more expensive... This is for some healthy mercenary with a sword, but not for a young, frightened girl. And what, in fact, could she do? Screaming and calling for help? No one will come and save her. People in this area prefer to close their eyes and plug their ears into the antics of the Reckless sailors, because it was these Reckless sailors who unofficially refueled everything here in the Docks. So, calling for help is stupid and pointless. What else? Pray for mercy? Ariana could try, the trouble is that no one will regret her. She knew it for sure. The faces of the five men were anything but pitiful, sympathetic or compassionate. And then, what's the point of catching a girl in order to be amused, and suddenly take it and just let her go?...