"Hm? Hey woman! Didn't ya hear? Get down?"
Yuri soon turned her starry red eyes slowly toward the source of the sharp voice that had called out to her.
Her luminous gaze settled calmly on the masked man who had separated himself from the rest of the group and was now striding directly toward her with heavy, purposeful steps.
He carried a black AK-47 rifle gripped tightly in both hands, the weapon held at a ready angle as he approached, his posture radiating aggressive confidence.
"What's this? Ya spacing out?! This is a robbery!" he yelled loudly, his voice rough and laced with irritation as he closed the distance.
He jabbed the barrel of the gun forward, poking it firmly against her shoulder to emphasize his words, clearly expecting immediate obedience.
Yuri's head tilted slightly to one side in quiet curiosity as she watched the dark metal object.
Her starry eyes traced its lines with genuine interest rather than fear.
"What type of artifact is this?" she asked in her calm, measured tone, her eyes locked on it. "Is this the reason the other people are getting on their knees?"
The robber froze for a split second, visibly shocked by her completely unruffled behavior.
Instead of dropping to the floor like everyone else, she had leaned forward, bending her back gracefully at the waist so she could peer more closely into the dark, circular opening at the end of the barrel.
Examining it as though it were some rare and puzzling relic from another era.
Her dark hair cascaded forward with the motion, framing her face, while the oversized hoodie shifted slightly against her curves.
Before the man could snap at her in rising anger, his eyes widened above the mask as he truly registered her appearance for the first time.
She was strikingly beautiful—tall and elegant, with flowing dark hair, luminous beautiful eyes that seemed to hold galaxies, plush lips, and a body that curved generously beneath the loose borrowed clothes.
The black choker sat snug against her pale throat, adding an alluring contrast.
'Holy shit… she must be one of those sheltered princesses who don't know how dangerous real life actually is,' the masked robber thought with an internal giggle, a crude smirk forming beneath his covering.
"Well, aren't ya a cutie!" the robber started, his voice shifting from threatening to a sleazy, flirtatious drawl as he lowered the gun slightly. "Looking all calm and pretty in the middle of this mess. Ya got no idea what's going on, do ya, sweetheart?"
Yuri remained completely still, her attention still fixed intently on the strange weapon in front of her.
She continued staring at it with careful fascination, her fingers itching to explore its weight and texture, paying almost no mind to the man's sudden change in tone or his flirtatious words.
Noticing that he was being largely ignored, the robber's expression hardened with irritation.
He glanced quickly around the atrium to check on the others.
The rest of the group had taken up strategic positions throughout the mall—some covering the entrances, others forcing clusters of terrified customers and staff down onto the cold tiled floor.
Bags and shopping items lay abandoned everywhere.
The robbers had completely taken over the space in a matter of moments, their shouts and the sight of weapons ensuring no one dared to move or resist.
He let out a low, satisfied laugh and moved even closer to Yuri, his boots scraping against the floor.
Without asking permission or hesitating for even a second, his free hand shot out and grabbed a firm handful of her ass through the loose cargo pants, his fingers digging possessively into the soft, rounded flesh.
He squeezed slowly and deliberately, feeling the generous curve yield under his grip.
The warmth of her body radiated through the fabric as he kneaded and palmed the supple cheek with obvious enjoyment, his thumb pressing into the yielding softness while his palm cupped and lifted slightly, savoring the full, firm weight of it.
"Well, isn't this a great ass?" the robber drawled with heavy satisfaction, giving another slow, sensual squeeze that made the flesh bulge between his spreading fingers. "So soft and perfect… I could do this all day—OWWW!!"
He suddenly shouted in sharp pain, the sound cutting through the tense atmosphere and drawing the immediate attention of several other robbers nearby.
One of the men stationed at the corner had been standing quietly, slightly different from the rest—simply watching the scene unfold with a more observant, detached posture rather than actively herding people.
But he wasn't seeming to help, his head only snapping around at the cry.
"Huh? What the fuck happened to your arm?!" one of the nearby robbers exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the gruesome sight.
The bone of the injured man's forearm was visibly piercing through the skin and flesh, jutting out at a sickening angle while blood began to stain his dark sleeve.
The limb hung awkwardly, held together only by strands of muscle and skin.
"This freaky bitch!" the injured robber cried out through gritted teeth, his voice cracking with agony as he clutched at the broken arm with his other hand. "She… b-broke my arm!"
"Apologies, humans," Yuri said in her calm, polite tone, somehow now holding the AK-47 rifle gently in both of her hands.
Her unusual eyes remained fixed on the weapon with the same quiet curiosity, as though the violent incident had barely registered beyond a minor interruption.
She continued;"But only my Master is allowed to lay hands on my body in such a manner."
The robbers standing nearby exchanged quick, bewildered glances, their masked faces tilting in confusion at the strange choice of words coming from the tall woman who still stood completely unfazed in the middle of the chaos.
"Humans?" one of them muttered under his breath, the word sounding oddly formal and detached from the terrified civilians cowering on the floor.
"What is going on there?!" another robber called out—