Someone caught up to them. He was wearing waterproof clothing and had goggles over his eyes.

Even though his jaw was the only exposed body part, Mona could recognize him right away.

It was Warren.

At that moment, she wished she could open her mouth and ask him why he did that. She wanted to ask him who he was.

In the next second, she saw the man raising his gun. He was aiming at Olivia.

He didn't say anything unnecessary, nor did he show any signs of his arrival. He came here for Olivia.

At that moment, Mona couldn't see the Warren she knew in this man. He looked like death itself.

He was drenched because of the rain. Raindrops slowly dripped down the slick surface of his clothes.

The wool carpet in the corridor turned wet.

When he pulled the trigger, Mona didn't even think twice before she stood in front of Olivia.

The bullet dug into the flesh. Olivia heard a groan ringing in her ears.

Olivia's pupils caught the image of blood sputtering out of Mona's body. In the next s