Amara’s POV
I stepped backward while staring at the mysterious man before me, and my eyes landed on his hand, holding a knife. He was wearing a mask and dressed in all black, but his lips curled into a smirk, and he said, “Sshh, don’t ask for help; no one could hear you, Amara Sawyers.”
I wanted to run to stay safe, but my feet wouldn't let me. I couldn't help but stare at him in terror because I was too scared to do anything. I gasped in fear and asked, "What do you want from me? How do you know my name? Who do you work for?!"
He took a step forward, and I took one step backward while my lips trembled in fear.
“W—What do you want from me?!”
“I don’t want anything from you, Amara. I just want you to die,” he said and raised his hand with a knife.
I felt scared, and the hair on t
