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.

to avoid it, her face,

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

been burned through

threw the mask on the ground and quickly took off

she was dealing with the oncoming strong acid,

off her coat and had no time to defend herself or

jacket came off, she was pounced on by someone coming from behind her

darted in and

she tried to resist, the figure behind her was

Just stay

boyish male voice

to be in his early twenties, a face she hadn't seen

it seemed that

speculated in her mind that it seemed that

"Snap."

a series of

appeared from the corner of the broken