Memory of a Sinner

4. Keep Your Enemy, Closer

Chapter Theme: Heroes - All Time Low

I couldn't help but smile as I strolled through the mall, weaving through the lively crowd. I was here to find the perfect gift for Wrene—his birthday is tomorrow, and it feels like the perfect opportunity to celebrate after surviving hell week just three days ago.

Walter mentioned that their youngest sibling, Zamantha, is coming home from the States. I don't know her that well, but we used to chat occasionally back in high school before we graduated three years ago.

I've been wandering from shop to shop, mentally sifting through all the things Wrene likes. It's tough to pick something that feels just right, something he'll genuinely love. After a while, I sighed and gave in to my gut. Oh well, I'll just settle on my final choice and hope it's enough.

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I couldn't stop smiling as I walked out of the mall, clutching the gift I'd carefully chosen for Wrene. The thought of his reaction made my heart flutter. He always appreciated anything, no matter how simple. Heading toward the taxi line, I felt a quiet satisfaction; soon, I'd be home, ready for tomorrow's celebration.

When I reached the taxi queue, I realized something was off. No taxis were arriving, and strangely, there wasn't a single soul around. Was the line moved to another location? Confused, I stood there, scanning my surroundings.

Then, I heard footsteps. I turned instinctively, hoping to see other passengers. Instead, four men appeared, each holding cigarettes. They were far enough away not to notice me immediately, but I could feel my chest tighten. My fingers curled tightly around my backpack.

When their eyes met mine, my breath hitched. I quickly looked away, but it was too late.

"Well, look at that, there's a chick here," one of them said, his tone casual but menacing.

"She looks alone. Let's go," another added.

Panic clawed at my throat. Should I run? But where? They came from the direction I'd have to escape to.

"Hi, miss," one of them greeted with a smirk. His disheveled appearance and piercing stare sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey, Bash, don't scare her, you idiot!" one of his companions teased, laughing.

"Doesn't her face look familiar?" another asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

"L-Leave me alone," I stammered, my voice barely audible. My legs trembled as dread threatened to overwhelm me.

"What was that? What's your name?" the one who looked younger asked, his grin unnerving.

"Just leave me alone!" I snapped, louder this time. Their mock shock at my response only fueled my anxiety.

"Feisty," the disheveled one muttered, blowing smoke into my face. Tears pricked at my eyes as he grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice. I struggled, but he was far stronger.

"What's your name?" he demanded again.

"Why should I tell you? Who are you?" I shot back, my voice trembling with anger and fear.

Before things could escalate further, a cold, commanding voice cut through the tension.

"Sebastian, get your filthy hands off her."

The voice sent shivers down my spine. A man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a black cap that obscured most of his face. His presence was like a storm, sharp and unyielding.