Blood dripped from Miyumi’s blade. The man who had charged at her lay before her in a puddle of blood. The man’s friend stared at the scene in disbelief for a long time before finally reacting. “You fucking bitch!”

“It was you who forced me….” Miyumi replied with labored breaths. She thought she would be fine killing someone for the first time, but it was still taking a toll on her. Although she was trying to keep her calm, her hands were still trembling.

“Bitch, I am going to strip your clothes off and fuck you until you break.” The man’s face was red with anger. He decided he would make this girl wish she were dead and torture her for the rest of her life. But he made sure not to make any stupid moves like his friend.

“Don-Don’t come any closer!” Miyumi had tears in her eyes as she raised her sword once more. She hated this. She wanted to go home. More than anything, she wished to sleep in her bed, wake up, eat her mother's cooking, and go to school, where she got to meet with Shizuku every day. 

The man ignored Miyumi and slowly moved forward. He noticed the girl shaking, causing his lips to curl up. He quickened his steps slightly, making sure to watch the tip of Miyumi’s sword before finally moving it. “Bitch you are mine!”

“No!” Miyumi swung her sword once more, but it was easily blocked. But she was not stupid enough to just sit there while the man reached out to grab her. Even though she was terrified at what was happening, her instincts to stay alive were keeping her going. She let go of her sword, letting it drop to the ground before reaching for her dagger and stabbing at the man's throat. 

Everything happened so fast that as soon as the man’s hand touched her shoulder, he felt something piercing through his throat, causing him to freeze on the spot. He looked at the young girl who had blood splattered all over her face, mixing in with the tears rolling down her cheeks with wide eyes. He wanted to yell out in anger, but he could not even breathe, never mind speak. 

Miyumi looked at the man in horror as the blood flowed from his neck. It took her a moment to react, and when she did, she still held on to the dagger as she quickly stepped back, pulling the dagger from the man’s neck. 

Two people. She did not know how she did it, but she killed two people. Luckily, the two people she killed were level 3.  They were men who were too scared to enter the dungeon and too afraid to go outside the city. Their levels came from killing rats for food. Both were orphans with no proper training who preyed on the weak. Mainly orphan kids. But then again, even if they were level 10 just by the fact that they were unable to wield a sword correctly and acted more based on emotions rather than any kind of skill, the outcome would have been the same.

But Miyumi did not care. She had killed two men. Two men who deserved to die, but it still made her stomach turn. But she held it in. She had no choice. Splattered in the blood of the two men, she walked down the dark alleys of the city until she found a nice dark corner. It was there that she raised her dagger to her face and, with gritted teeth, began to mutilate herself. “Ah!!!!!” 

The pain ran deep. After the horror she witnessed and the fact that even after escaping, she was almost raped, Miyumi decided to do as Shizuku had suggested. She cut up her face. Her chest and even down below. Blood trickled down her body. The pain brought tears to her eyes. But now she knew….. She knew no one would want a woman whose body was mutilated from head to toe.

The only problem besides the pain was the fact that Miyumi had cut a little too deep in some spots and was now bleeding a little too much. Feeling faint, Miyumi’s body swayed. She had just barely gotten her clothes completely back together before she fell to the ground. 

As Miyumi’s eyes closed, she caught a glimpse of a red dress and a white thigh that pocked out from the slit. A woman with this world’s equivalent to a cigarette in her mouth slowly walked over. “To think you would go this far. It seems I won’t get much money from you except for maybe that girl. But to think the church would let this girl escape….” 

The woman stared at the girl for a second before clapping her hands. Two large, muscular women walked over and stood at her side. “Pick her up and get her wounds cleaned up. After you are done, pay a few people to accidentally speak of this girl near the vampire. Make sure that they only speak of her near the vampire girl. Just say something along the lines of a mutilated hero was sold into slavery.”

“As you wish, Mistress.” The two muscular women replied respectfully before walking forward and picking Miyumi up. The group then walked into the shadows, disappearing from sight. Not a single person would think to look for a summoned hero at a slave trader. Not even the church.