North of the city.
Pain!
Every bone in her body was in pain!
Every bone, every cell was screaming in pain. Enna Clark's forehead was wet with sweat. She could no longer distinguish whether she was conscious, or had fainted in the endless dream of pain.
"Enna Clark, come out. Don't think you can hide. I will find you soon. When I do, you'll pay!" Jasmine Clark's voice continuously echoed in her ears.
Enna Clark gritted her teeth, remained silent, and hid in the darkness.
The footsteps of three people kept approaching her hiding spot, getting closer and closer, "Enna Clark, I see you... you still won't come out..."
Just then.
There was suddenly the sound of a car outside.
Jasmine Clark frowned, puzzled, "Who is it?"
"Could it be President Jordan? He's the only one who cares about this place." A burly man paused to answer her.
