Prologue

Her breathing got heavy as he stared at the man, "Why are you helping me?" She asked weakly. No, not because she wanted to cry. No, she doesn't want to look weak infront of his eyes. she said those words weakly because she's losing the amount of her blood.

The man brows furrowed as he kneeled down to her level, helping her with her large injury on her abdomen, "I took an oath, Miss. I took an oat to save lives. Murderer or not." He said as he took out a white cloth and pressed it hard against her bleeding stomach.

She hissed in pain and didn't bother to fight back or have an urge to move around and get away from him as fast as possible. She just stayed still and of course, stayed quiet as she lets this man do his job on her large, painful wound.