The women turn swiftly, one of them still hefting her cleaver.
"Who are you!" demands one.
The one with the knife closes her eyes and sniffs the air curiously and then smiles, "Ahh you came in here via the garbage pit!"
"Can we help you?" says the first, coming closer to Diaochan. Something in her feral smile makes Diaochan feel a bit uneasy.
"Are you lost?" asks the one with the knife.
"Are you alone?" asks the other.