She couldn't see anything, nor could she feel anything. She could only hear the sound of her own breaths, and they sounded strangely rhythmic and calm for someone who'd just been shot.

Slowly regaining her vision, Icy pulled herself upright. A stab of pain shot it's way from her hip to her stomach. And an even sharper jolt of pain shot from her head.

"Thank God." Darcy exclaimed upon entering the room.

"What's going on?" Icy asked weakly.

"Why don't 你 ask him." Stormy pointed to the doorway.

Duman leaned himself on the doorway--hair not styled with a mohawk "Car accident." He 说 after a moment....