The First Terrorhound [3]

"S-so wh-what do y-you wa-wanna ta-talk about?" Aurora said, fidgeting with her dress as they sat across from each other on their beds.

Aisam tried to maintain eye contact, but she would avert her gaze every time.

"Sigh... listen to me, I understand that our strange meeting may make this hard to believe, but I assure you that I have no intentions of causing harm. If you choose not to interfere with me, I will reciprocate the courtesy," he said with a soft sincerity in his voice, noticing her silence.

"I suppose you weren't a slave in the first place... so when did you turn into a slave? Do you have a family?"

His question shocked her, and she clenched her fists on her dress, still gazing down. "I-I l-lost them wh-when we were traveling to the c-city, a-and I was th-there when I wo-woke up."

Aisam fell silent for a moment, gazing at her. "You sure they are fine considering what happened to you?"