She then closed her eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely, as the memories of ten years ago continued to dominate her mind.
Back then, she had just rescued a young boy from a swarm of sharks, and before they could catch their breath, the assassins, who were sent to kill her, were hot on their trail. She told the boy to escape on his own, fearing that following her would only put him in harm's way. But the boy held her hand tightly and swam desperately with her.
They sought refuge on an island, hoping to hide in the jungle.
Once on the island, her beautiful fishtail turned into delicate legs. With no shoes to put on, she could feel the bare ground painfully against her feet. The young boy then hoisted her onto his back, carrying her as they tried to survive in the jungle.
But their pursuers also landed on the island, searching for them everywhere. Outnumbered, she dared not confront them directly.
