It happened so fast that Lilith was unable to process what was going on.
The men were dressed entirely in black: black trousers, black shirts, black hats that obscured their hair, and dark sunglasses that veiled their gaze.
At first, the three men stepped down from the car, stretching their hands towards Lilith. "Young lady, get inside the car." The seethed with a cold voice.
Lilith arched her brows, staring at them with a baffled expression. "Are you referring to me?" She questioned through signed language.
A sinister smirk spread across their faces as they shared a knowing glance, their communication wordless but loaded with meaning.
The smirk seemed to curve their lips into a mockery of a smile, a twisted amusement dancing behind their eyes.
"Was that signed language?" One of the men asked, closing the distance between himself and Lilith and placing it on her shoulder.