Anomaly of Fate - Chapter 13: The Art of Stalking

... heir footsteps were muffled by the damp earth beneath them. Twigs snapped under heavy boots, and the rustle of leaves accompanied each of their movement. One of them—a burly man with a patchy beard and a crooked grin—carried an unconscious girl draped over his shoulder. Her fine garments, once pristine, were now dirtied and torn, and her golden strands of hair was dangling limply against the man's back.

"Sure we're goin' the right way?" one of the men grunted, glancing over his shoulder. ...