This is Not a Dream, Right?
Evan hit Dustin till Dustin flew a few meters. Then he holds Rose in his embrace. His blood was boiling when he saw his beloved girlfriend's face as white as the first snow, and her lips turned blue.
He still felt her heartbeat, to his relief, even though it was only a faint beat. He wasn't too late, but the blood flowing from her wrist still hadn't stopped. He could see that the white cloth tied to her wrist was now maroon.
"How many minutes!?" A frosty deep voice escaped from his stiff mouth.
"Three minutes, master!" One of the well-built men with a gun in his hand standing not far behind him answered quickly.
"Clean this crime scene! Clear all evidence that this woman has visited this place. And delete all her communication with that man…."
"Master, in what way should we punish him?" Another well-built man asked him.
Evan ties Rose's wrist with his gray handkerchief. Then he looked at the man behind him with his sinister gaze.