"Haa... Haa... Wh-what is the meaning of this!?"
A man, gasping for air, sprinted through the streets of Sector 15 in City A.
Sweat dripped from his face as his legs barely held him up while he pushed forward.
He was a loan shark, notorious for trapping desperate people in debt.
Just a few minutes ago, his hideout had been attacked by a woman with purple hair and piercing purple eyes.
She had barged in with a sword, cutting down his men one by one.
He had barely managed to escape the bloodbath, and now she was chasing him relentlessly.
"Damn it! Help!" The man's desperate run led him to a valley.
Thud! He stumbled over the uneven ground, panting heavily, his ears straining for any sound of pursuit.
He thought, for a brief moment, that he had lost her.
Suddenly, his legs gave out.
No, not just gave out—he felt a sharp, unbearable pain.
