"Murder! Help!"
Alka shouted as he ran toward the distant city gate. His deliberately piercing shouts had already awakened the guards at the gate.
Seeing Alka fleeing and shouting, they immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed toward his location.
"What's wrong, sir?"
Alka, dressed somewhat formally, raised his hands high with a look of terror, his voice trembling as he pointed behind him.
"There's a madman back there! He wants to kill me."
Hearing his words, the guards looked behind Alka and saw a figure rushing out from the shadows. His running style was extremely exaggerated, an image that immediately suggested he was no benevolent figure, instantly putting the guards on alert.
The guards on the ground raised their halberds. Seeing their comrades' actions, the guards on the distant city wall also raised their rifles.
