Just while Vritra was busy taking the interview of a middle aged woman and monk Shitless was shouting his heart out, a weak voice sounded from the crowd.
"C- Can you help me too, G- God?"
The crowd parted and a small girl around ten or so years old nervously walked forward, she was wearing ragged clothes and was carrying a heavy bag full of vegetables.
Both her feet were shackled with heavy chains that connected all four of her limbs and neck, covered in dust and wounds, her appearance was quite dirty so all the people around her stepped back not to get dirty.
"And how do you want me to help you?" Vritra leaned forward slightly as he looked into the little girl's eyes, this could be really nice start for his plan.
"I- I want…" the little girl looked quite frightened, as all the gazes focussed on her and it seemed she might start crying at any moment.
