Stephen's phone was knocked to the ground. The screen instantly turned black.

Before Stephen could react, a wet and sticky hand covered his mouth. The person pushed him to the back of the door.

The light on the backdoor instantly switched off.

The man warned through gritted teeth, "If you want to live, you better be good."

In the dark, one's senses were magnified. The blood was all Stephen could smell. He furrowed his brows.

Soon, scurried footsteps could be heard outside the door.

The man seemed to have perked his ears up to listen to the movements outside. His grip on Stephen loosened.

Just when he was distracted, Stephen grabbed him by the wrist and tackled him, pinning him deadly on the wall.

"You …" The man wanted to curse, but at the thought that the people hunting him down were still outside, he could only glare at Stephen through reddened eyes.

"If you want me to save you, you better be good." Stephen mimicked what the man had said to him, but in a much colder tone.

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