In an instant, Ghis appeared in front of Clarice's car, his tattoo, a grim reaper’s scythe etched on the left side of his face, looming larger with every step. His movements were unnervingly fast, cutting off all escape. His face twisted into a vicious snarl. “You dare run? You’ll regret this!”
A deafening bang shattered the tension. Ghis’ menacing snarl froze mid-expression. He crumpled before the car, his body slumping against the windshield, smearing it with a jagged streak of blood.
“Ah!” Clarice’s cry escaped instinctively, the shock of what had just transpired hitting her like a tidal wave.
“Clarice!” A familiar voice called out. A tall figure sprinted towards her from the gate, it was Ivan. Clarice pushed open the car door and stumbled into his arms.
Her body betrayed her; her l
