Norris was awakened by a basin of saltwater splashing on her face.
Her lips, chapped and split from being slapped, were stung by the saltwater. Struggling to open her eyes, she saw Marshal King sitting not far away on an armchair.
The man was dressed immaculately, seeming no different from when they had met before. The only difference was that he sat in the shadows, his thin eyes emitting a venomous cold gleam in the darkness, like a snake waiting to strike its prey.
When Norris saw him, she didn't seem very surprised. After all, among the people she had offended recently, Marshal King was the only one who was her sworn enemy.
Norris got up from the ground, coughed softly a few times, and looked around.
This place must be an abandoned factory, filled with rust and the smell of mold in the air. The distant sound of birdsong added to the eerie silence.
