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    A cold glint flickered through the air.


    Katelyn’s eyes widened, and her whole expression shifted. She reacted instinctively, jerking back just in time to avoid the de that nearly grazed her.


    The attacker pressed forward without hesitation. Dressed entirely in ck, their face and hair were hidden, revealing nothing but a pair of piercing pale green eyes.


    “You’re fast. I’ll give you that,” the attacker rasped, their voice unnatural, as if intentionally distorted. There was something eerie about the way they spoke. “But next time, you won’t get away so easily.”


    With that, the attacker charged at her again.


    The knife in their hand flicked through the air like it had a life of its own, each swing aimed right at Katelyn’s face. Her brow furrowed in frustration. “Who the hell are you?” Another swipe came her way! She quickly dodged, narrowly escaping the de.


    The attacker’s eyes darkened, filled with rage and impatience. They lunged at her once more.


    Katelyn grabbed a chair, using it as a shield, but the knife tore through it with ease.


    The way the attacker handled the de showed just how skilled they were.


    The chair snapped in two, and as the knife closed in on her chest, she grit her teeth and hurled one of the broken pieces at the attacker’s head!


    Without wasting a second, she rolled across the floor toward the bed, reached beneath the pillow, and pulled out two small pistols!


    The attacker’s eyes widened.


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    Katelyn didn’t hesitate. She took aim and fired.


    The gunshot echoed through the room.


    But the attacker was quick, dodging the bullet effortlessly.


    In that moment, their eyes locked onto hers with deadly, unmistakable intent.


    Katelyn fired a few more shots, aiming at the attacker’s shoulder. No second thoughts.


    She wasn’t aiming to kill—she needed this person alive. Everything had spiraled so quickly since she and Vincent had arrived in Yata.


    She had to figure out who was behind it all.


    Her aim had improved after all the practice, yet she couldn’t believe none of the bullets had hit.


    Her attacker moved fast, dodging every shot effortlessly. Katelyn clenched her jaw. She’d never encountered someone this difficult to hit.


    Just as she prepared to pull the trigger again, something went wrong.


    The gun clicked—empty.


    “Damn it!”


    She was out of bullets.


    The pistol, light and easy to carry, only held six rounds—and now it was useless.


    The attacker in ck smirked. “Let’s see how you fight back now.”


    In a sh, the person rushed toward her, moving so fast, knife raised, aiming straight for her heart.


    Katelyn’s pulse quickened. She barely had time to think, twisting her body just in time to avoid the deadly stab. Her attacker missed, their anger boiling over.


    “Damn it!”


    Katelyn backed away, every muscle tense, her mind racing.<fnd8c3> The source of th?s content is find?novel</fnd8c3>


    This was a fight for her life, and she had to figure out how to get that knife out of her attacker’s hands.


    “Who are you? Who sent you?” she shouted, keeping her eyes locked on the attacker.


    She grabbed whatever she could—anything within reach—and threw it at the attacker, hoping the noise would alert Vincent next door.


    The attacker’s voice wavered, unsteady and harsh. “You’ve asked for this.”


    The hotel room wasn’t spacious enough, leaving Katelyn cornered with no more objects to hurl.


    Her eyes locked on the de moving toward her, fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms.


    No.


    This wasn’t where it would end.


    Just as all hope seemed lost, a gunshot shattered the tension.


    Blood sttered across her vision…


    Katelyn’s gaze shifted past the attacker, spotting Vincent standing at the door. His expression was cold and focused, his gun still smoking. Vincent’s hand, gripping the weapon, trembled slightly, the fear of what could have happened still lingering. If he had been just a secondter…


    The bullet had hit the attacker’s wrist, stopping the knife mere inches from Katelyn’s chest.


    “Raise your hands, and I’ll spare your life.” Vincent’s voice sliced through the air, colder than the deepest winter frost.


    The attacker red with fierce intensity, but to everyone’s shock, theyplied. Their hands shot up, and the knife ttered to the floor.


    As the person crouched down, their hand darted to their belt. The attacker pulled out a dark object and tossed it onto the floor.


    In an instant, the room was filled with a thick, white smoke. The choking odor struck Katelyn hard, making her eyes sting and tear up. The smoke and tear gas mixed into an unbearable stench that filled the air.


    Katelyn and Vincent both erupted into fits of coughing, struggling against the overwhelming fumes.


    The smoke was so dense it swallowed everything in sight.


    Katelyn pressed her hands tightly over her face. She stumbled toward the window, recalling where it was, threw it open, and let the fresh air rush in, bringing a much-needed breath of relief.


    Her coughing fit seemed to stretch on forever, her chest burning with each desperate gasp. After what felt like an eternity, the stinging gas finally began to clear. When she could finally breathe again, she noticed that the person in ck was nowhere to be found.


    The attacker had disappeared right under her nose. Frustration red in Katelyn’s eyes, just as Vincent marched over with determined strides.


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