Before he could fully turn around, a masked man dressed in black lunged at him, a knife glinting in the faint moonlight.
Ethan barely had time to react, stumbling as he raised an arm to block the first strike. The knife grazed his sleeve, tearing through the fabric but missing his skin. His heart racing, Ethan stumbled backward as the masked man pressed forward with another attack.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Ethan demanded, his voice strained as he dodged another strike.
The masked man didn’t respond, slashing the knife in quick, aggressive movements. Ethan tried to fight back, but the man was so swift that he couldn’t manage to land a single blow.
The next move caught Ethan off guard—a hard shove to his chest sent him sprawling to the ground.
He gasped as his back hit the cold
