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"This direction." Mag listened carefully, and navigated the small alleys quickly. He could first tell that the shriek came from a frightened young girl. A shriek in the slums at this time of the day meant that the young girl was probably in danger.

Mag was very fast. He stopped at a crossroad in the alleys. Although he could not see anyone, he knew that she should be nearby since the shriek sounded close.

"No… don't come over. Please, don't come over…" A horrified female voice came from somewhere.

"It sounds like it's behind." Amy had already pulled out her magic caster's staff, and she pointed at the alley on the right excitedly.

"Yes, it's that direction." Mag nodded. He put Amy on the ground, and walked quickly and silently over.

Just then, a small figure suddenly dashed past on top of a high wall at the side. The figure ran past Mag, and jumped off the high wall like a nimble little cat.

"You…"