Twist
The man shook his head in agony. “If I talk, I’ll die.”
Amanda grabbed his collar and dragged him to the edge of the rooftop, half of his body hanging dangerously over the ledge. He looked down, immediately squeezing his eyes shut in terror.
In the whistling night wind, the air was thick with the stench of death.
A cold, bone-piercing voice crashed down from above like a thunderclap. “If you don’t want to talk, then go ahead and die.”
Amanda shoved him further out, her peach blossom eyes glinting with a chilling ruthlessness.
She was someone who had crawled back from hell. The hatred she had carried all these years, along with rigorous training, had transformed her completely.
Fierce. Proud. Exceptional. Dominating.
“N-no! Don’t kill me! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” The man was ter
