The three Marrowmen frowned. When they saw Abel's visage, they felt like the youth was familiar somehow, but they couldn't quite put a finger on it.
Seeing their expressions of puzzlement, Abel's eyes turned colder. "I see." He put the top hat back on and took a step forward.
"I must admit, I am feeling quite angry." He took another step forward with his head lowered. The brim of his hat cast a shadow on his face, hiding his wrathful expression.
"You ruined a young man's life. You…" His voice trailed off and he added inwardly.
You killed him!
"And yet, you don't remember his face, eh?" Now Abel was only standing a few feet away from the group.
He cast his gaze towards the teenage girl. She seemed to be about his age. Seeing her puffy eyes and the tears streaming down her face, Abel felt even more rage bubble up inside him.
Seeing her clothes, he involuntarily heaved a sigh of relief.
Thankfully these guys haven't done anything to her yet, he thought.
