When my family refused to pay the exorbitant ransom, I called the police. In a rage, the kidnappers decided to humiliate me before selling me.
At the brink of life and death, a man with only his eyes showing appeared, a sharp knife in his hand.
My heart pounding, I watched him, like a hitman out of a movie, efficiently and cruelly take everyone down before opening the iron cage I was locked in.
He thoughtfully removed his bloodstained gloves and held out his hand. His voice was neither warm nor cold, yet somehow carried a gentle reassurance.
"Come with me. I won't hurt you."
Just as hope of survival surged through me, the moment I touched his burning palm, a gunshot rang out, and a spray of warm, wet liquid splashed across my face.
Terrified, I stared wide-eyed. Through the dark red haze, I saw a hole in the middle of his forehead. Blood poured from it, and then he died silently before my eyes.
After the police removed his hat and mask, his young, handsome face was fully exposed.
To my shock, he was the notorious serial killer on the wanted poster, a man whose name struck fear into people's hearts.
But I had never had any connection with someone like him. I had no idea why he had risked his life to save me.
Theme: Redemption
