“Who exactly are you?” Arielle asked.
The man was in such a stupor that none of his words made sense. In the end, he started stripping off his clothes instead.
Arielle’s eyes widened in shock as she stumbled backward and instinctively shielded her chest. “Why are you taking off your clothes? Don’t you dare do anything funny! I’ll fight back!”
Realizing that he might have frightened Arielle, the man immediately stopped in his tracks. After a brief hesitation, he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bandage over his shoulder and proceeded to pull it off.
One look at the wound and Arielle instantly recognized it as a knife wound. The wound was deep as if the knife had cut to the bone. Because of the stitches, the wound looked like a big, red, and angry centipede. Due to the force of ripping the bandage off, the wound had reopened, and Arielle gasped as blood started seeping out of it.
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