A sudden, sharp sound sliced through the quiet night. The man ripped off Raegan's collar.

The cold night air met Raegan's skin, making her shiver.

"Ah!" Raegan cried out, her body debilitated by the effects of the drugs, making her unable to lift a hand to stop the man.

"Please... Spare me."

Gathering the last ounce of her strength, Raegan attempted to retreat, tears dampening the blindfold tightly secured over her eyes.

She managed to see the man before her. However, she wasn't able to distinguish his features.

Judging from the build, Raegan was sure it wasn't Mitchel.

The man stood still for a moment as he silently looked at Raegan.

He suddenly leaned in, and his scent enveloped her.

A flicker of recognition crossed Raegan's mind, but she couldn't put a finger on it.

Fear instinctively took over as she asked, "What do you want?"

The man's fingertips traced Raegan's neck, sliding down gently as he took off the pendant she had on.

"Is this yours?" His voice had a raspy edge as if it was run through a voice-changer device.

Raegan nodded.

“Yes, it's mine. It's not worth much. Please, don't take it. I can give you money instead."

The pendant had been with Raegan since she was a child. Her grandmother somehow took it from her one day but gave it back to her before the demise.

Raegan couldn't stomach losing the pendant since it carried sentimental value for her.

The man stepped back, refraining from advancing further, and paused.

After a few minutes, he said softly, "Why is it you?"

His voice trembled, carrying an undercurrent of unspoken emotions.