The fresh crimson blood streak drew a ribbon of red silk across the sky, shimmering and rippling in the light outside the window, filling the dazed vision of Viko, who was curled up under the bed, holding a handgun.
Underneath the long ribbon of red, atop the large off-road motorbike illuminated by the flashing lights, the man wearing a bloodied jacket sheathed his scarlet blade, looking like a god or devil bursting from the radiance, now bending down to look at him.
The front of the motorbike dipped down, and at the same time, the man's figure also pressed down, reaching out his hand to him.
At this moment, Viko felt his mind go blank, but subconsciously, he raised his hand to grasp the outstretched hand.
However, his body was curled under the bed and his arms were too short, missing the offered hand by just a little.
