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

eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he

hearing this, she clenched her teeth and saw Inken collapsed in the distance. She glanced at the handcuffs on her wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!”

herself and aimed at

her hands would explode, taking everyone in the car down with her. She knew that if she took out Jamie and

struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He

Freya remained resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She knew taking him out would

She couldn’t

excruciating pain in her bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light

she noticed this.

his face drained of color from the strangulation, Jamie remained

might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he persisted

Freya’s grip on the man began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold

break free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I am with you, it’s never

struggled to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted. her teeth but was haunted by the image of

worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid

stay focused by pinching the wound on her leg. Her vision sharpened, and she saw the man’s face looming close with a teasing smile. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice. the contempt in his eyes-a malicious smile as if he were toying with prey. “Jamie, what’s your game here?”