The room was not lit; only the faint moonlight fell on the floor, and the slender silhouette seemed to melt into the moonlight, silent and still as if already dead.
He hurried into the room, lifting the person from the ground. The weight in his arms was as light as a feather, the breath blowing onto him was scorchingly hot, nearly burning. Evan Willow's normally calm expression turned frantic due to the excessive heat. He didn't glance back at Samuel Johnson who had followed him in, holding Amanda Smith tightly as he rushed towards the door.
Samuel hadn't even noticed what was going on. By the time he had entered, the man in front had already carried the person out. The stranger was moving quickly, lacking the composed demeanor he had when he first arrived, as though something was chasing him.
What was this man's relationship with Amanda Smith?
