Chapter 153 A saviour in a dress

The sun had barely risen when Mariama stepped out of her house, a basket in hand. She had decided to explore the local market, hoping to find some fresh produce to stock her nearly empty kitchen. The morning air was crisp, and the streets were just beginning to stir with life. As she turned a corner, a commotion in a nearby alley caught her attention. The sound of muffled shouts and the unmistakable thud of fists meeting flesh made her pause. Every instinct told her to keep walking, to mind her own business. But something – perhaps the lingering influence of her past life or simply human decency – made her move towards the noise. Peering into the dim alley, Mariama saw three men surrounding a fourth. The lone man was on the ground, trying desperately to shield himself from the kicks and punches raining down on him. "Hey!" Mariama shouted before she could stop herself. "What's going on here?" The attackers turned, startled by her sudden appearance. In that moment of distraction, the