It was noon when I received the message: “Target found.” I had asked my assistant to find me the so-called Violet. Anyone would tremble upon hearing her name, but it's all just some crappy rumors. “The Unstoppable” isn't something you would describe the woman that fell in front of me. What a pathetic sight. I looked at the woman who had collapsed in front of me. She was thin, her long brown hair plastered to her face by the relentless rain. Her face was bruised, marring her sharp features, and her dark eyes, as black as coal, stared back at me with a mixture of defiance and pain. Those eyes were the last thing that met my gaze before she fainted from my punch.

That woman utterly disappointed me. She wasn't like the person I had read about. Well, whatever—she's currently weak anyway, so forcing her into working with me would be easy. After all, I never allow such people to leave my grasp. I lifted her and carried her into the car that awaited me. “Change of location; they'll definitely follow us once we have her.” I received a nod and the car drove away, making our way to a hotel.

As we reached our destination, I held Violet in my arms again and noticed something on my perfectly new black shirt. Great, my shirt is stained with her filth or whoever's blood this is. I opened the door. “Treat her,” I ordered imperatively and headed outside, shutting the door behind me.