Seeing him holding that gun, Cyra immediately backed away from him, while looking at him, extremely terrified. He had killed that detective. He had taken his life. Tears of horror blurred her vision. Cyra roamed her eyes everywhere around her surroundings, and she finally noticed those dozens of masked men, which were surrounding them. Their faces were not visible, but their eyes were downcasted, and most importantly, they all were armed with different kinds of weapons.
What was happening here? Where she had dragged herself into?
Feeling his steps coming closer towards her, Cyra trailed her watery eyes back at him. Frozen, she watched him reduce the distance between them, and then he stood right in front of her. Petrified, she tried to walk back, but this time, he draped his arm around
