"We won't tell anyone about this night; if you do likewise, we will consider what happened as never happened and continue walking on our path."
The muscular youth, the Leader of the First Ward, spoke after stopping the attacks, offering a way out to the two sides stuck in the dead end. He neither roared in an oppressive tone nor showed any sign of frightened weakness; from this point on, the conversation would turn into a negotiation between equals.
"Do you think you can get away so easily after doing this to us?"
"Okay, we accept!"
Çuçu cried out, spitting out decorated with shit that had just entered her mouth, but after a breath, she heard the woman next to her accept the offer. When she turned her head, her walnut-sized eyes were bloodshot, and her capillaries, unable to withstand the tension she was experiencing, were committing suicide one after another.