You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She was now surrounded by the cold hard concrete and dust, and with every step, she could feel more dust in the air.

She raised her hand to cover her face to avoid taking in too much dust. The dilapidated building was dark with yellowing walls and cobwebs. Her footsteps were very light, and she listened to the surrounding movement cautiously.

Why did Charlotte ask her to come to such a place? It seemed unlikely that Charlotte would bring Cecelia along. If Cecelia was in a coma, as Kane said, and had not yet woken up, there was no way for Charlotte to get Cecelia into this building.

She wasn't sure what Charlotte was trying to do.

She couldn't help but put her hand on her waist.

With her reaction speed, it only took a second to draw her gun.

She was walking to the corner, when suddenly, a bottle of unknown liquid was thrown straight into her face.

It was accompanied by a strong, pungent, sour smell.

It must be some strong acid.

It was not sulfuric acid or anything like that, but it's damaging enough. Joyce realized the danger but it was too late.

her face, her

now, her fake mask was stained with the strong acid and

tightly attached to her face. Fortunately she was fast enough. The mask had been burned through by the

the mask on the ground and quickly took off her jacket, which was

the oncoming strong acid, suddenly

taking off her coat and had no time to defend herself or draw

on by someone coming from behind her and

and

she tried to resist, the figure behind her was already

Just

male voice sounded at her

glanced sideways at a man who looked to be in his early twenties, a face she hadn't seen

it seemed that he was

seemed

"Snap."

the sound of a

the corner