The roar had stunned everyone at the scene, startling every single person for how hoarse and rough the sound that erupted from the crowd was. It sounded as though it was coming from a beast that was ready to fight for its life. Followed by the voice, a person found her way out of the crowd. The figure barely looked human. The figure that darted out had no resemblance to humans nor phantoms. The clothes on her were ragged and tainted to the point that one could barely tell its original color. The clothes were filled with patches, leaving little to no space on the fabric that was untouched. The person was holding a long, thick wood stick and stood before Sabrina. Because of the close proximity, Sabrina was able to see everything about the person. Her hair was all tangled up in little knots of dirt and soil, covering half of her face and showing only her two hazy eyes, which were glaring at the old Master Shaw.

"Shaw, you try touching a hair on my daughter and I will tear your granddaugh