Annabelle struggled to maintain her balance, stumbling forward a couple of steps before finally leaning against the wall.
The man had likely intended to knock her out, but his technique was off, and he hadn't been able to make her lose consciousness. This indicated that he wasn't a professional assassin.
He stepped in front of her and suddenly grabbed her by the throat.
Annabelle got a clear look at his face.
It was an unfamiliar face, pale with delicate features, looking like a frail young man. But his eyes were bloodshot, as if he'd gone nights without sleep, and his swollen eyelids suggested he'd probably been crying recently.
The intense pain and hatred reflected in his eyes led Annabelle to conclude that he might not be a professional hitman but definitely someone with a personal
