Prologue
She runs frantically through the dark street. The sound of heavy boots are following so near behind her. She doesn’t have the time to look behind and see how close her pursuer is. The only thing she has in mind is how to move her feet as fast as she can. She threw her empty gun aside as she increases her speed while trying to control her uneven breathing.
A loud bang is heard across the street as she feels stinging pain on her left arm. The loud sound might even waken the whole neighborhood. But even so, the sound of the boots behind her are not disappearing. Her left sleeve is getting wet by her own blood and the pain is not helping at all. Down the street is a construction area, passerby are not supposed to cross it. But there’s nowhere else to run.
The metal locks are clinging as she bangs the fence. Most of the nights there are always street kids taking drugs, smoking around the dim area. But tonight is different, the area is as silent as a graveyard. Without hesitant she grabs the fence and climbs it, ignoring the stinging pain on her left arm and jumps through it. But she knows that a simple fence won’t stop her pursuer, she jumps down the fence and begins running again. The blood starts to drip from her left hand as she tries her best to stop the bleeding with her other hand.
The sound of the heavy boots is getting clearer, she knows that her pursuer is not far behind, he’s just playing with his prey before killing it. It is such a pity that she hasn’t finished her latest mission yet and she hasn’t completely enjoy the happiness of life. The only thing she is regretting is that she has to die in such a lonely night and painful way.
Her sight is getting blurry and her breath is getting out of control when she sees something glistening in front of her. As the glistening object flies toward her, she quickly throws her body onto the ground, rolling on the hard pavement floor, soon followed by the thud sound behind her.
She stares blankly at the sight before her, a man lies dead with a pool of blood around him with a deagle beside him. As she looks at it in horror, another man in black comes closer to the dead body, in an instant she grabs the deagle with her unhurt hand and points it at him.
“W-who are you?”
The last thing that she sees is a pair of black eyes that are coldly staring at her before she blacks out…
