Passersby turn to look at the commotion caused by a young girl. They immediately judge her to be a street child. Her short red hair is coated with oil, while her tan skin is cover with clothes considered by them as worst than rags. Her grey eyes filled with shock could be noted when the man in uniform pushed her.

Many of them quicken their steps, not wanting to be involved with such a scene. Others remain, finding the situation interesting to watch. But they stand at a distance, not wanting to intervene.

The onlookers stare at Emma and take quick glances at the two men in uniform. The one that pushed her has dark green eyes like the waters of a swamp. His dirty blond hair flows down, reaching just a bit past his ears. The other man has light brown eyes. He looks intimidating with his his tall and muscular body and bald head.

Emma couldn’t believe that the man in uniform pushed her as she went to ask for help. She thought that the person would be a law enforcer from his uniform, but she must have been mistaken.

The man in uniform, who pushed Emma, glares at her with his green pupils. His face contorts in annoyance as he takes out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. “Dirty street trash.” He says while he tosses the used handkerchief on the ground.

The other bald man in uniform moves towards Emma. An unpleasant noise comes from his throat before he spits a gooey substance onto her face. His facial expression is one of disdain and amusement. He says, “Here. To wash yourself. No need to thank me,” and he bursts out laughing.

Emma gives a low shrek, quickly trying to wipe the disgusting spit from her face. Her shock quickly becomes one of anger and disgust. She shoots a glare at the two men standing before her. How could such people exists.

“Angry? What are you going to do about it?” provokes the man with the bald head. His lips curls up in a sinister grin. He takes a step forward towards Emma.

Emma sees this and her eyes flickered. Her body wants to move backwards, but she doesn’t move. Emma is scared, but her mind is also filled with hate. She wants to fight, but she knows she has no strength.

“Hin, stop messing around. Boss told us to report immediately.” The blond hair man says with a frown etched onto his face.

The bald man gives Emma a long stare like how a cat would give to a insect. He wants to ‘play with her’. He wants to turn her anger into despair, while he slowly tortures her to death.

“Fine.” The bald man says, finally looking away. “Count yourself lucky.”

Both the men in uniform walk away, no longer paying attention to Emma whos laying on the ground.

Emma releases a breath. The tension in her body eases up as she watches the two men walk farther and farther away until they’re finally go out of view.

If she had the power, she would beat both of them up and stomp on them. But Emma knows that she’s powerless. That’s why even though she very much wanted to hit them, she didn’t dare to. Even in her dream, she’s weak. All she could do was glare at them.

Emma suddenly hears a voice that says, “Hey. We’re still here to play with you.”

She turns around to see the man from before. His scar looks even more sinister as he smiles. He walks towards her. Many of the people give him space when they saw another conflict arising.

The man with the scar was one of the onlookers from before. He didn’t want to get involved if something happened between the girl and the uniformed men. Now that the uniformed men left, his courage to act resurfaced.

Emma glares at him, projecting all her hate. It all started with this man when she saw him in the alley. She glances at the old man that was beaten up. He’s being dragged out of the alley by the arm. The violent looking man pulls him out into the open and drops the old man’s arm onto the ground.

The old man winces in pain. He’s heavily injured, and his breathing is hoarse and uneven.

Emma feels even more hate boiling up inside of her. When she first saw the old man, his appearance reminded her of her own grandpa when he was alive. Her grandpa used to live in her house when she was growing up. He would cook yummy food for her every day and always made sure to make desserts for her to eat. This is also one of the reason why Emma loves desserts so much.

Now she sees an old man, that looks similar to her grandpa, being beaten up by some hooligans. How would she not burst out, trying to stop them.

Emma feels more hate towards these two hooligans than towards the uniformed men. She was humiliated, but it hurts more to see this old man being treated in such a way.

Emma pushes herself off the ground with difficulty and stands straight. She glares at the two hooligans in front of her. “Let him go.” Emma says in an unwavering voice.

“And if we don’t?” replies the man with a scar on his face.

Emma bites her lips and charges at the man.

The man with the scar finds this amusing and doesn’t move. What can a little girl do to him?

Emma reaches her arm out and pinches him in the soft part of his stomach.

The man gives a small grunt before looking down with a smile. This is all she can do? How laughable. His facial expression changes as he see Emma using all her strength to kick him between his legs.

He wants to push her away, but it’s already too late.

“AHHG.” A horrible sound comes from the man’s throat and he bends over. His hands reflexively goes to his crotch. Tears could be seen welling up in his eyes while his face turns a deep red.

The violent man that was watching from behind rushes towards Emma. He grabs onto Emma’s shirt and lifts her up with one hand.

Emma’s mind is blank while being lifted up. The violent looking man throws her, making her fly through the air. It only registered to her that she’s in deep trouble after she’s already in midair.

Emma feels despair as she feels gravity causing her body to fall. She’s reminded of her fall down the stairs. Would she die or would she finally wake up from this dream.

As she anticipates the impact of her fall, she unexpectedly feels someone catch her.