On the street, a young woman was racing with her heart pounding heavily against her chest.
She frequently looked over her shoulder and saw a young man with flowing silver hair and deep blue eyes following her calmly.
She gasped in terror.
Fear gripped her heart like a cold, unrelenting vice.
'Why did I even come back to this place in the first place? Damn it,' she cursed inwardly.
Her plan had been simple. Trick their foolish captain into following her and perhaps use him as a human shield.
With how lustful he was for her body, she knew he would never reject her offer. More importantly, he would come running when he learned that she could finally belong to him.
Alas, she had been terribly wrong.
Not only did she not find her loyal lap dog, but she found the Grim Reaper himself waiting for her.
She knew very well what awaited her if she fell into the hands of that devil. Death would be a luxury she would never receive.
