The darkness of the night was unrelenting, the rain never ceasing, with the autumn wind and rain hissing and sighing.
From within a luxurious castle, a nimble figure neatly leapt out, landing atop the courtyard wall. As a gunshot rang out, the figure staggered and, clutching their chest, tumbled over the wall.
Among the pursuers, a tall man saw the woman fall and, in a rage, slapped the female bodyguard who had fired the shot across the face.
While the bodyguard clutched her face, the tall man had run over to the fallen figure, scooping up the person and urgently calling out 'Ten Seven'. Then, seeing Ten Seven clutching her chest, with blood seeping from her fingertips, the man's face went instantly pale, and he called out 'Ten Seven, Ten Seven' in a panic.
As Ten Seven remained with her eyes closed, hands on her chest, the man became frantic, his voice trembling: "Someone, come quickly."
