Holding Stephanie tightly in her arms, Chantelle looked at the man's slender back ahead of her while the screams of fans echoed all around them.
They ran for so long that Chantelle's lungs burned from the cold air. Exhausted, she pulled her hand free from the man's grip and hugged Stephanie tightly while panting heavily. "Are you okay, Stephanie?" she asked.
Stephanie nodded as her long lashes were wet with tears. "Are you hurt, Mommy?"
"I'm okay," Chantelle said. Once she was sure Stephanie was safe, she turned to look at the idol who had helped them escape.
Seeing no one else around, the man pulled down his mask, revealing a handsome but pale face. His almond-shaped eyes carried an intense and suffocating look.
"Are you Stephanie? Hi, I'm your fan," the young idol said, extending his hand toward her.
Stephanie turned her head away, refusing to even look at him. It was clear she blamed him for what happened.
