Dorothy stood quietly behind Credence. Her heart skipped a beat when she smelled the pungent smell of blood all over his body. She couldn't help but reach out and touch his straight back.

As soon as her fingers touched his thin black shirt on his back, she felt a moist and sticky feeling. It made her heart skip a beat.

She quickly pulled her hand back and carefully looked at it.

The bulletproof car had probably run out of gasoline and the battery was dying. The headlights of the car weren't as bright as before, it was dim.

Under the dim yellow lights, Dorothy could clearly see that her fingertips...