Lina held her breath as she stood very still. Her mind went blank as she tried to focus.
The sharp object pressing into her back felt vaguely familiar. If she moved even a little, she might be injured or mutilated beyond repair.
She didn't know where this instinct came from, but just by focusing on the tip of the weapon that was barely touching her back, she could envision exactly what it was.
The deadly Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger. Long, nasty, twisted blade that could rip your insides apart.
A special forces weapon designed for assassins from D country. Statistics began to download in her brain like a computer. Where did all this information come from?
Somehow she could remember useless information like how D country was renown for their hunting and combat knives trade?
Why couldn't she remember her past though?
But now was not the time to ponder.
She decided to speak very slowly.
"Who are you...what do you want from me?"
The low voice only sneered.
"Walk."
