We flinched backward when we recognized the man who just got out of the car. It was Tony, the man we had been running from. Vera tightened her grip on my hand. The only thing we could do was fight. But, how? His figure was too robust that we could hardly combat. I could not figure out a possible way to escape from him.

Of a sudden, Vera who held my hands retreated. We dodged when Tony attempted to haul her shirt. We fled but we had nowhere to go. We just followed our intuition not to pause until we got to a safe place. In a panic, I heard...