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- "I don't..." with each second, and with each word, the man dressed as a beggar walked away faster. He was afraid, fearing that Evans' glaring danger would become a real risk.

- "It was a mistake. I'm sorry"

Evans took a step toward the man, determined to commit a crime on the spot, but he took off in a troubled run, his arms twitching and legs unsteady.

The air charged with pent-up anger still lingered in the balmy Vegas night. The ever-illuminated city was heavy at that moment, full of questions to be answered and impulses to be controlled.

Lora, despite having witnessed every second, still hadn't had time to process everything in her mind. She felt exposed and unprotected, just like in her childhood. However, for the first time, she had help. The angel that his innocent self wanted, to hold him and assuage his fears, had finally arrived.

He could be her hero, but the allusion to something kind didn't go with those blue eyes. The look so like a gemstone also carried large doses of