Panic fueled my clumsy retreat, my clumsy steps betraying me as I stumbled, sprawling onto the cold, hard ground. A sharp, searing pain exploded in my stomach as a brutal kick connected, the air whooshing from my lungs. He was on me instantly, his grip like a vise on my shirt, the fabric tearing slightly under the pressure. Gasping for breath, I tried to crawl away, the agony in my abdomen a relentless, burning fire. But escape was futile. With a chillingly casual movement, he summoned his demon twin guns, the polished metal gleaming wickedly in the dim light. The deafening roar of the gunfire shattered the silence, and a searing pain ripped through my arm, the impact throwing me back against the hard ground. The world swam before my eyes, a dizzying mix of pain and terror, as I lay helpless, trapped in his merciless grasp. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as I tasted defeat.

"How, pathetic.. a black blooded witch, isn't fighting back? you're just weaker than the other witches."