Three Days to Change Our Future

MEMORY - 16

I was walking in a dark alley where there was a rumor that a serial killer lived. As a bounty hunter, I need to search for this person. The king already has a good reward if I catch them before they could assassinate him. Of course, I accept it without thinking about anything else.

A dagger suddenly got stuck in the wall.

I was so surprised that I stumbled backward. Someone appeared from thin air and grabbed my neck as I fell to the ground. Fortunately, their grasp wasn't that hard for me, so I knocked them into the wall with my leg.

After standing up, I casted my hand with light magic. The alley became brighter than before. However, I didn't see the one who attacked me. As I wondered where they were, a hand covered my mouth from behind.

My consciousness almost faded until I successfully snatched their arm and tossed them away. I could see my attacker now. In front of me, there was a woman with a half-mask and bloody white gloves. She wore a black cloak with hoodie hiding her hair.

The same as what the king described the serial killer look to me before.

My heart was beating fast. I don't know what to do to stop this heart as this was the first time since my best friend deserted me at the train station. I tried to calm myself down but it's not working. How come?

As my mind wondering how to stop this rushing blood in my chest, the cloak figure almost slashed my head. If I didn't dodge it, my head would come off from my neck. Backing out from her, my hand summoned the wood staff that I stored in my dimension storage. I started casting some magic net toward her, a spell for catching target without hurting them.

It supposed to be hard to dodge, yet the serial killer avoided them easily as she gushed with her palm pointed toward me. Panicked because her hand almost stabbed my head, my foot made the wrong turn. I cursed myself why I am making a novice mistake in this important situation. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to correct my mistake.

As soon as I lowered my guard, she kicked my hand that holding the staff as she cornered me to the wall, near the dagger that attacked me earlier, making my hand lose the grip of it. The staff disappeared like fireflies in the sky. Looking at my empty hand then the serial killer who come closer, there's no choice for me anymore.

My breath became unsteady as my hand reached the dagger as my last resort. The serial killer noticed what I willing to do, as she fastened her walking pace. Just in time, I successfully retrieved the dagger.

The next thing I know, a loud scream was coming out from the alley.