It was a scene straight out of her nightmares. The Butcher was about to end her life. However, right before he landed a blow, a figure appeared between them, blocking the attack with a swift, precise movement.
It was Victor Delacroix, wielding a longsword with practiced ease. The blade caught the cleaver mid-swing, sparks flying as the two weapons clashed. Victor's eyes blazed with fury as he pushed The Butcher back, creating space between them and Joahna.
"Who are you?" The Butcher growled, his mask hiding any hint of fear.
"Just a chef," Victor replied, his voice calm and confident. "But tonight, I'm your worst nightmare."
"I doubt that." The Butcher said, twisting his red cleaver.
"Detective," Victor said without taking his eyes off The Butcher, "stay back. This one's mine."
