Saint wished she could have sprinted toward the hospital, but sadly, the assailants had barred that direction. So, she was running toward the road instead.
Somehow, it felt wrong. Logically, Saint understood that running away from two larger, stronger, better-armed enemies was the right thing to do… but something inside of her rebelled against that idea.
She wanted to live, though, so she forced that inexplicable feeling down.
By the time Saint reached the road, the assailants had practically caught up with her. She had hoped that there would be cars passing by, but sadly, the street was dark and empty… no, not quite.
There was a car parked across the road, and the driver was outside, smoking as he hid the cigarette in his palm to shield it from the rain.
Hope!
Saint raised a hand, wishing to call out to the stranger.
But the words froze on her lips.
Perhaps it was because of his black gloves, or perhaps it was because of the glassy, eerie look in his eyes… but she instinctively knew that the man was not going to help her.
On the contrary, he was one of the attackers. Their driver, perhaps.
'There are… three of them.'
And she was surrounded.
The smoking man noticed her by then. He frowned, tossed the cigarette away, and lunged across the road, leaving her nowhere to run.
'What do I do?'
Saint froze, feeling a little desperate.
…In the next moment, an old black car appeared out of the rain, sending the third assailant flying over its hood. His body struck the road with a dull thud and remained laying there, broken and motionless, while the car skidded to a stop.
Its door opened, and someone whom Saint had never expected to see climbed out of it.
It was… the man whose number she had recently blocked, Detective Sunless.
She stared at her former patient with wide eyes, feeling both relieved and confused to see him.
And happy, as if him being there was the most natural thing in the world.
Not quite a guardian angel...
Wearing dark clothes and an even darker expression, her personal devil looked behind Saint and scowled.
"Hey, bastards. Why are you bothering my therapist? Are you two degenerate lowlifes tired of living, or what? If you are, stop wasting everyone's time and come here. I'll kill you."
He paused for a moment and winced.
"I mean… I'll arrest you? Yeah. That is what I will… no, you know what, I am not going to lie. I'll definitely kill you…"