A sharp pain shot on Evangeline's bottom.
She had somehow fell on her bottom, plopping hard to the stone path that was hard and rigid. Warm liquid also trickled from her cheeks and when she pulled her hands toward it to look at what liquid had gotten on her face, her heart dropped upon seeing blood.
The orange haired man in front of her click his tongue, "What a great luck you have there. To slip on your foot?"
The time when the man had suddenly appeared holding the dagger to her neck, Eva had been so startled that she tried to slip backward only to twist her own ankle and fell to the ground. This was a great luck as she managed to slip from the dagger that had been so close to slicing her neck open.
Seeing the gleaming blade now lined with crimson color, Evangeline's skin crawl in fear.
"Wh- Why?" Evangeline stammered, her voice trembling as she took a step back, her eyes fixed on the man before her. "I- I don't even know who you are… so why are you after my life?"
