[Complete] [Volume-1] As she started walking again, a whistle from some origin behind lingered in Serena's ears. She loaded her gun as she heard some footsteps from behind and waited a bit till a hand rested on her shoulder. Swiftly and smoothly she held, twisted, and pulled the whistler close to him aiming the gun at his head. "Foxy, aren't you?" the guy smirked while raising up his hands. "Sweetie you'll soon be dead with such audacity of yours." she marked, poking the shooter at his forehead, "Who are you?" she asked. "Leave me,... I'll tell you." "Speak." "Oh C'monnn-" "I said speak, or I'll smack that wacko crane of yours." "James. James Adam." replied the guy.