Chapter 3

When I reached the back alley, it was deserted—not a single person around.

I instantly realized something was off. Just as I was about to come up with an excuse to leave, the waiter blocked my path, his face twisted into a sinister expression. "Sorry, you're not going anywhere."

I stepped back. Three masked thugs emerged from the dark corners, cutting off any escape.

The waiter pulled a fruit knife from his pocket, his voice chilling as he said, "Time to die."

He lunged. I whipped out my pepper spray and aimed for his eyes, pressing down hard. The acrid…