The kneeling woman gasped, a choked sound of pure terror.
The gunwoman and the remaining man whirled around, their confident expressions shattered by shock and confusion.
The last man reacted on instinct, yanking a knife from his belt, his eyes wild as they darted around the empty-feeling alley.
"Who's there?!"
His answer came a second later.
Another knife—this one seeming to materialize from the air itself—plunged deep into the side of his neck.
He made a wet, gurgling sound, his hands flying up to the hilt as he stumbled back against the wall before sliding down, leaving a dark smear.
The gunwoman froze.
Her breath caught in her throat.
This... this was an attack involving supernatural means!
Her eyes darted frantically across the brick walls, the piles of trash, the dark corners.
She saw no one...
But to her, the emptiness was far more terrifying than any visible enemy!
Behind her, the older woman had collapsed fully to the ground.
