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.

it, her face, her

fake mask. And now, her fake mask was stained with the strong acid and had started to melt. Helplessly,

had been burned through by the strong acid, and if she did it a little later, it would

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

the oncoming strong

had no time to

the jacket came off, she was pounced on by someone coming

darted in and grabbed the pistol from her

tried to resist, the figure behind her was already pointing her pistol

move. Just stay

male voice

a man who looked to be in

that he was

mind that it seemed that this was the person

"Snap."

the sound of a series

from the corner of the broken