But there was nowhere to hide on this street, and with the night breeze and high sky, there was no one out and about at this time.
She could only run as fast as she could.
Suddenly, there was a loud "thud," and she collided with what felt like a solid wall of flesh, causing her to stagger back a few steps.
She squinted, releasing the last silver needle from her hand, which gleamed coldly in the darkness.
"Freya?"
A deep, resonant voice reached her ears.
In that moment, Freya could finally discern the figure of the man before her.
Exclaiming in surprise, she said, "Leo."
Behind her, footsteps approached, and Patrick emerged with a group of individuals.
Seeing this, Freya promptly handed Queeny over to him. "Patrick, take her."
Her arm was drenched in blood.
The wound from earlier
