Sensing their hesitation, Kisha continued calmly, ready to earn their trust.
"If I really wanted to harm you, I wouldn't need to lure you into a trap," Kisha said calmly. "You've seen what I can do. Even if you outnumber me, I can still take you on head-to-head. There's no need for tricks or schemes. Besides"—her tone shifted slightly—"we're not offering charity. It's a trade, not a handout."
The leader frowned, uncertainty still lingering in his eyes. "Then… what exactly could we offer in return? As you can see, we don't have any supplies or resources on us."
"Of course," Kisha said, glancing at their meager belongings. "I can see you've got nothing on you except a few rifles, a couple of spare magazines, and some snacks. Hardly anything worth trading."
She paused, her eyes narrowing as a cold smile curved her lips—one that made everyone instinctively tense.
"But maybe there's something else you can offer…" she mused aloud, pretending to think, drawing out the suspense.
