The kidnapper's gun pressed coldly to her temple, but she stood as still as a statue, her expression unshaken and calm. Despite the imminent threat, there was no sign of fear or panic in her eyes. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, as if this moment was just another inconvenience in her otherwise predictable life.

Then, without warning, a shadow descended from above. A figure dropped from the higher platform, landing with fluid precision. In the blink of an eye, the kidnapper was dead, a bullet having silenced his last breath.

As the room fell into a suffocating silence, she didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained on the figure, assessing him, calm as ever. He looked at her with a gaze full of anger and something darker.

"You’re still alive," he muttered, the words edged with frustration rather than relief. There was no trace of happiness in his tone, just a sharp edge that sliced through the tension in the air.

His people were already engaged in battle with the remaining kidnappers, but he stepped forward, his movements purposeful as he approached her. She didn’t move an inch, unbothered by his presence. She met his furious stare with a quiet, steady gaze, as if they were two strangers caught in a moment of unavoidable confrontation.

He didn’t care that her side was their enemy. He had no reason to be involved with her, and yet, here he was. The question lingered between them, unsaid but heavy, as their worlds collided once again.