"Squeak—"
The door was abruptly flung open.
Immersed within soft light, a shadow in black suddenly loomed at the entrance, a chilling aura rushing towards her without warning. It was so icy it seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
A duckbill cap was pulled low, partially hiding the brow and showing a pair of calm, deep-set eyes which held an alarming intensity. The woman, enveloped in black attire that complimented her slender and graceful figure, radiated a mysterious, dangerous aura.
"Giving up already?"
With a slight lift of her eyes, Flossie inspected the shocked expression that appeared on the woman's face. Leaning lightly against the door, she elegantly watched the woman she had surprised.
The woman clutched her phone tighter, a sense of unease and danger stole through her.
She had killed many, handled numerous missions and encountered many capable targets, but the behaviour of the woman before her surpassed her expectations.
