57 "It's mine?!"

"Just a Berserker, the master can handle it himself. Let's go check on Helen!"

Miranda was also worried about this 'her.' After all, she had just been subdued by Howard not long ago, not only lacking in intelligence but also in intimacy; many skills hadn't been unlocked yet. She hoped that 'she' wouldn't be deceived or bullied.

"Okay!" Quinn nodded.

"Meow!" Glisson meowed, seemingly ready to continue eating.

The two arrived at the entrance of the square and, sure enough, found Helen squatting on the ground, burying her head in her arms, sobbing softly.

"Helen, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Miranda approached Helen, gently patting her back, and asked softly.

"Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu!" Helen couldn't speak; she just pointed at a corpse on the ground, crying even more heartbreakingly.

"Did they bully you?!" 

"There, there, Helen, don't cry, Miranda and Quinn are here!"