Selena’s POV

Just as Scar put his hand on my shoulder, a loud whistle cut through the air.

"Get your dirty hands off her," said a stern voice.

In the rain and fog, a man's figure gradually emerged. He was wearing a black coat. The collar of the white shirt was left open. He walked in the rain without an umbrella. Several strands of wet hair hung down on his forehead.

In a trance, I thought he was the man who saved me a few years ago, and my heart raced. But it was Charles in a mask, and for a moment I didn't know whether to be disappointed or...