your girlfriend, luocha, had countless enemies. you had no idea why or how someone as gentle as your girlfriend would amass such a crowd, but you would worry about the answer to that another day.

the hand gripping your mouth tightened to the point of hurting. your kidnapper seemed to be after you as a hostage, to force weakness out of luocha.

"and where are you taking my love?" her familiar voice rang out as sharp as the edge of her blade, which was now pointed at your victimizer.