Chapter 5.

Ethan didn't seem to expect me to attack him, his large hand covering the blood seeping wound on his forehead, and there was even a hint of hurt in his incredulous expression. I turned and ran. Because I know that the difference between men and women is vast, both in terms of strength and stamina. Not to mention the fact that the guy chasing me is a cop who's been through intense special training. Running almost frantically and wildly, not caring about the curious gazes of pedestrians, I could always see the man in hot pursuit when I turned around, and the bright red color of his head stung my eyes. It's a little hard on the heart. After seven turns, by chance, I finally found the police station. [Help! HELP!] I rushed into the compound and saw the reassuring navy blue color, but suddenly timid thoughts rose. In my mind's eye, the man in the police uniform raised his gun to [me] and pulled the trigger without hesitation. That man, none other than Ethan. The memories were fle