“Well, there’s always the possibility of Traffickers.” She shrugged.
“What?!” I chuffed. “Wait a second here! Are you talking about that wild-ass rumor that’s been floating about? The one in which some Mamono capture lone-dudes, then turn them into sex slaves to be sold-off in far-away lands?” I asked incredulously. Pirin nodded sheepishly. I sighed as patiently as I could manage then.
“That’s just an Urban-Legend, Pirin! It’s too outlandish to exist in real life!” I scoffed.