Bertha looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl trembling in the dark corner and said.

"You're safe, you can go home now."

Having finished speaking, Bertha turned around to prepare to leave, when her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Bertha looked at the girl's longing eyes. "I went out to drink with my friends, but I lost them, and my phone was lost. Can you take me home?"

Seeing Bertha seem hesitant, the girl continued. "My name is Faye, sister, please help me."

Bertha looked ...