"Shit…"
The assassin was out of her depth.
This was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, get out—clean, efficient, routine. Yet now, she was staring at an immovable wall, an obstacle she had no hope of overcoming.
And when faced with an unclimbable wall, there was only one option—turn around and run.
Without hesitation, she slammed a small object onto the floor.
Boom!
Smoke burst forth in a thick, suffocating cloud, swallowing the entire room.
A smoke bomb, for the second time.
This time, she didn't waste a second—no distractions, no hesitation, no trying to take anyone hostage. She spun toward the window, hurling her throwing knives to shatter the glass before leaping toward her escape.
But she never made it.
A blur. A shift in the air.
And then—a hand.
Louis caught her knives mid-flight, fingers closing around them like a vice.
Her body was already airborne, momentum carrying her forward. But with Louis's hand blocking her way, there was only one place left to go—
