Several flashlight beams targeted me, forcing me to adjust to the glaring light.
Then I saw the uniforms they wore.
They were dressed in military uniforms.
It turned out these people were part of a patrol team arranged by the Thorn Edge Pack to ensure the packâs safety.
Debraâs POV:
âCatch her!â
In the midst of the confusion, I found myself handcuffed.
The cold metal snapped me out of the bewildering situation.
Even the most naive person would realize what was happening.
They had mistaken me for the murderer.
I felt a sense of helplessness as I surveyed the murder scene and then looked at the approaching patrol team.
Their mistake was understandable.
After all, the victim had just been killed, and I was the only one present.
I hadnât called the police, which could lead anyone to believe I was the killer.
To better handle the situation, I paused for a moment, then chose to confront them.
âWhat are you doing?â
My assertive tone caught the patrol team off guard.
They seemed surprised that someone they suspected of murder would be so bold.
Then, someone recognized me and shouted in surprise, âWait, isnât that Debra, our packâs Luna?â
As he said this, the tense atmosphere of the arrest momentarily paused.
âLuna? Are you serious?â someone questioned.
The first person who recognized me quickly replied, âWhy would I lie about this? Look closely; she indeed is Luna.
We saw her at the ceremony in the plaza.
â
Several flashlight beams quickly scanned my face.
âIt really is herâ¦â
The mood suddenly turned awkward.
However, they still didnât release me.
Or rather, they wouldnât let go until my innocence was proven, regardless of my identity.
I smiled faintly.
This was typical, just another day at work.
I wasnât concerned, as my intention wasnât to misuse my status as Luna to avoid responsibility but rather to gain some additional time.