'Why? What is she going through? ' someone entered the door.

I banged my head with Hobi.

'Nothing! ' we replied at the same time.

'If it were nothing, you wouldn't be behaving like this.' he eyed us sternly and then took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled the grey smoke. 'Let's put this aside for now, I'm here to take Yana to the shooting. I'll be holding her today.'

I'm completely white.

'You've 2 minutes to get ready.' he said and left the room.

'I think I'm going to die now! ' I looked at Hobi in fear. He laughed.

'No, you're not going to die! It'll be fine, don't worry.' he stroked my back. I buried my hand in my face.

'Farewell, beautiful world! ' I said desperately. Hobi was holding his stomach and laughing beside me.

'Now, get ready quickly and then go.' He said goodbye and left. Okay, deep breaths just won't be so bad. I suddenly had an idea. Maybe I should ask him to teach me that move he did in his office. I'll definitely do it!

When I got to my room, I saw him standing there holding a gun. Black jacket, black pants, black boots. His shirt was stretched over his muscular stomach. His black hair perfectly slicked back. His posture was also almost painfully perfect. Ohh, what the hell am I thinking? They're completely gone from my home! With determined strides, I stepped to the tray and with a casual movement, picked up a Revor-357 and measured three shots into the dummy.

'Not bad, but not good either.' he said simply.

'Then show me what you can do.' I leaned back. He flashed me a mocking smile. Without looking, he shot the three bottles, which broke perfectly in half.

'Not bad, but it could be better.' I said mockingly and picked up 3 knives from the table. 'Watch!' I looked at him sideways. First knife swung backwards into the dummy's belly. Second one I threw a little in front of me, but before it fell I caught it in the form of a cartwheel and threw it away. It landed in the dummy's face. The last one I threw in the air with a half twist that hit him perfectly in the heart. I fell to my knees. I hadn't done these in a long time, but it felt so good! I straightened up happily, but I didn't dare move. D at that moment threw 5 knives at me, which passed me by a hair's breadth and landed in the dummy. My heart was in my throat. I looked in horror at D, who flashed me a casual smile.

'Are you scared? ' he asked me.

'Me? Chh... are you just kidding me, right? ' I folded my arms in front of me.

'Then what's that on your trousers?' he pointed. I quickly looked at my pants. He started laughing.

'You're not funny!' I said grumpily, and then nervously stepped towards him. I thought I'd try on what RM had shown me. I waved my arm and he responded immediately. His smile faded. He caught my hand, twisted it and kicked my leg. I went down on my knees, staggering. My hand was pressed to my shoulder blade.

'That was a shitty move, you known that? ' he whispered softly in my ear. With a sudden movement I elbowed him in the chin. He staggered backwards. I took advantage of that and tried to kick his chest, but he was faster than me. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him in one loose motion. I fell on my chest with the momentum. What's he doing? My hands slid down to his muscular chest. And what am I doing? Slowly I raised my head. His dark eyes met mine. What is this feeling? I dared not move, though my mind urged me to step away from him, but I could not. Why not? I don't even know him! His hands were on my waist. My lips parted. His eyes instantly locked on me. I saw him swallow hard. I felt his pulse quicken. Can mine be like that? Suddenly he pushed me away. I opened my mouth to speak, but he was gone. He left me and my thoughts. What was that?