Playing knight and saving damsel was a distress

It was five minutes later, in the middle of his incessant running towards the fifteenth floor of the condo building, when he heard its words. How he wished it just didn't reply to him...

'... Those hitmen sure are thorough huh? Disabling even the elevator. Did they consider the angle where she will manage to luckily run out of the unit? So they blocked her every possible escape route?'

"..."

For some reason, listening to the system's bullshitting was more draining than sprinting across the endless steps.

After an unknown amount of time which seemed like forever for him, he finally arrived at the real destination. Irene Middleton's dwelling place in the capital that he hadn't ever visited before.

He panted heavily, his undershirt already so drenched. Perhaps, once he took it out and wrung it with his two hands, liters after liters of sweat would come out of it. What a sickening thought. It seemed once he goes back to his own house, he'd be taking an