ATTACKED
[And the moment she thought she were safe, and so the beast take its opportunity and pounce towards the oblivious rabbit....]
He missed. He f*****g missed!
If it wasn’t for Rio’s reflexes, she would have been doom. The edge of what she can saw on his hand—a butcher knife glinted. It was as large as his own palms that were being clutched tightly. He was wearing all black. A mask concealed his visage, and yes, a He, his built screams that it belongs to a man solely. From head to foot, he is clad on a fitted clothes that made him move quicker and much faster. Unlike Rio, he’s more agile, but he isn’t bulky. He is in fact slim. If it wasn’t for his hair, and the sharp features that her eyes could see bulging and shaping on that cloth mask, Rio would have sworn that she could have
