Just as she was about to go upstairs, someone at the stairway flashed by.
He was wearing black clothes, a duckbill cap, tall in stature, exuding a lean strength.
The figure seemed familiar...
Eve Thompson quietly followed.
Straight to the rooftop of the hospital.
It turned out not to be locked, or rather, the lock had been opened.
Eve Thompson paused, looked back to see if anyone was following her, and then pushed open the door to the rooftop and walked up.
Just as she reached the top floor, she felt an attack coming at her from beside her ear.
Instinctively, she ducked, evading the attack, and immediately spun around, kicking the person who extended a fist to block her.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged several blows.
Eve Thompson clenched her fists, warily watching her opponent in the darkness.
On the rooftop, without the slightest hint of light, only the sparse starlight shone down, rendering the person in front of her an indistinct black mass.
