Finley clutched his fingers and retreated backward. He was in so much pain that tears fell from his face. He looked at the black figure in horror.

As the person slowly looked up, revealing her eyes under the cap, Finley's eyes widened in fear. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"Y-Yvonne … M-Miller ..."

The neon lights of the nightclub's sign shone upon Yvonne's face, making her seem rather mischievous yet malicious at the same time.

Yvonne walked closer, forcing Finley to retreat back