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

“You promised me you’d let them

he lifted his mask and lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s

your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation,

herself and aimed

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

as the chain between her handcuffs tightened

determined. She knew taking him out would end the crisis, even if it meant

Kaufmann, release 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,

light of the handcuffs, determined to turn it

anxious when she noticed this. “Mr. Strategist!”

from the strangulation,

teeth, contemplating that she might defy his orders and shoot Freya

weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her

visible marks on his neck, and

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

those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I let them go, we wouldn’t be able to

herself to 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,