Prologue

It was already December so the weather was cold. The breeze was slightly penetrating through my bare face which made me shiver and I couldn’t help but put my hands with gloves on my face. The neighborhood also was already so quiet. I can’t blame them though, it was already 11 p.m. and I am still here walking on my way home alone. The good thing about this is that I already ate at a dinner meeting earlier and decided to just walk because my house is just a walking distance from the hotel where we held our dinner.

A few moments later, I immediately stopped on my track when I saw a suspicious man in black ahead of the road. At first glance, he was just someone who was walking slowly while approaching where I was.

I observed the man and I knew at first that he wanted something from me since he was wearing a mask all over his face, a hat, black long pants, boots, jacket, and even gloves. All of them are black which looks like he was attending a funeral, definitely not mine, of course.

"What do you need?" I asked boringly which made him stop a few meters away from me.

He just sneered instead of answering my question. Maybe, he thought that I would be scared of him, no way!

"I want to take you because you are the key to destroying him." He replied using a robotic voice. I frowned at what he said. Is he on drugs? Do I look like someone who easily gets bullied?

I rolled my eyes, "Who's him?" I asked confusingly, but the idiot just looked at me silently and didn't answer me again.

I heaved a sigh and looked at him coldly, "You can't get me." I mumbled and ran to punch him in the face. Because I was a little faster than him, he couldn't avoid it and fell to the ground.

I added a series of blows to him until I saw him being limp on the ground. I took his mask and saw a man who was only in his mid-30’s panting while some blood was flowing from his mouth.

My eyes darkened when I figured out something, "Did they send you? Then, I won't let you succeed, you bastard!" I mumbled coldly to the lying man. 

I was about to stand up when someone stabbed me in the neck so I immediately froze. Damn! Did he inject a sleeping drug on me? Bullshit! What should I do now?

I tried not to fall asleep because I'm not sure if I’m still alive or if I'll still wake up later once they get me.

"Don't force yourself anymore because there's nothing you can do about this situation. After we destroy him, we will kill you after." He said, which made me gritted my teeth in anger while fighting the drug on my body. I hissed, if I could only stand now, you would be beaten to death. Unfortunately, I was a little drunk earlier and I was tired so my senses weren’t a bit good.

I opened my eyes uneasily and the man approached me slowly as I could feel the effect of the thing he injected me with. What do I do now? My body starts to get heavy as well as my eyelids.

I clenched my fist and saw him squatting in front of me. He was about to touch my face when another man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stabbed him in the back. He is wearing a mask on his whole face, a leather jacket with black combat boots, black long pants, and black gloves. I don’t know what to feel at the moment since both of them aren’t familiar with me. The man who was about to kidnap me earlier fell to the ground with a loud ‘thud’ as it became cold just like the breeze around us.

However, the man who hit that idiot quickly approached me and hugged me. I even forget to struggle due to tiredness and the effect of the drugs. Nevertheless, I feel rather strange because I feel comfortable in his arms even though this man wasn't that familiar to me.

"Damn! Your safe now wife. Cursed that fucking organization who usually plays dirty." He mumbled angrily which somehow I couldn’t hear anymore. I am just hearing things or I heard some worry and panic from his voice? However, I still noticed the coldness in his tone. He picked me up without any difficulty as I really couldn’t take it anymore. I'm starting to faint.

"Sleep now, my love." He coldly mumbled again as I closed my eyes and felt something warm planted in my forehead. That was the last thing I remember before I was eaten by darkness.