The commotion drew attention.
As the siren grew louder, curiosity followed—and tension spiked when tire screeches echoed down the street.
People patted their chests nervously, eyes darting from building to building, wondering where the police were heading.
That tension turned to alarm when they saw who had responded.
Spirit Fox.
Province N's elite unit, only dispatched for the most dangerous and critical situations.
The siren's wail rose to a chaotic crescendo. Whispers spread like wildfire.
More bystanders gathered, asking each other—What happened? Who was involved?
But upstairs, far from the murmuring crowd, reality darkened.
The man had already ripped the woman's clothes.
He had waited days—stalking from the shadows—and couldn't bear seeing his ex-wife and daughter living peacefully after the divorce.
The woman tried to push him away, weakly, trembling.
Her resistance was no match for his weight and strength.
Futile.
