Margaret sat on the sofa. Charles's brow furrowed slightly. She looked utterly unfamiliar now.
Just then, a thin man nearby with a flash of wicked desire in his eyes glanced around. Noticing Margaret was alone, he slowly slid next to her and reached for her chest.
As his hand was about to grab the fullness beneath her clothes, a sharp Anchor Hook shot out and pierced straight through his forearm.
"AAAAH!" Amid agonized screams, Charles dragged the man from the shop and onto the street.
Margaret heard the commotion and looked up. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes vacant, and her lips were curled in a mad giggle.
Charles walked into the shop and moved to help her up, but several phantom-like figures with red bands on their shoulders appeared before him, blocking his path. It turned out Margaret had guards with her all along. If Charles hadn't intervened, that man wouldn't have fared any better.
