No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

Strategist remarked lazily, resting his arm on the car window, and gestured with his

“You promised me you’d let them

the dimly lit car, he lifted his mask and lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he remarked, “Miss Kaufmann, why

wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she

herself and aimed

with her. She knew that if she took out

as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured for Moonblade

him out would end

him!” Moonblade’s voice was cold, and she tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he prevented her from

the green light of the handcuffs, determined to turn it

grew increasingly anxious when she noticed

drained of color from the strangulation,

might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he persisted in his silence.

on the man began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing,

neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I am with you, it’s

this, she struggled to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision.

collar and sat up. “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that

with a teasing smile. Yet, she couldn’t help