She stepped forward confidently into the abandoned house, her crimson eyes glowing in the darkness, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew he was chasing her, felt his presence as if he were her own shadow.

"Still following me? Don’t you have anything better to do?" she said in a taunting voice, not even bothering to turn around.

But before she could finish her mockery, the sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the air. A wooden bullet tore into her shoulder. A searing pain spread through her body, making her flinch for a moment, but her face remained emotionless. Clenching her teeth, she dashed away before he could take another shot, leaving a trail of dark blood behind her.

She stumbled as she moved down the long hallway, the crumbling walls surrounding her, shadows dancing under the pale moonlight. Her wound kept bleeding, her body growing weaker, but her eyes remained sharp—there was no place for weakness.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of her, blocking her path. She backed up until her back pressed against the cold wall, staring at him defiantly despite her exhaustion. He noticed the fatigue in her expression, yet he saw no trace of surrender.

"Looks like tonight isn’t your night," he said in a calm, mocking tone.