"Just get away from here. We'll handle i—"
His words cut off abruptly.
The officer stiffened mid-sentence.
For half a second, Arthur didn't understand what he was seeing. The cop's body swayed strangely. His posture lost its firmness. His gun lowered slightly.
Then he saw it—protruding from the officer's neck was a dagger buried deep into the flesh just beneath his jaw.
The officer's eyes widened in shock. His mouth opened, but no words came out—only a faint, choking sound. Blood began spilling from the wound in streams, running down his collarbone, and dripping onto his uniform.
He collapsed lifelessly onto the road, his body hitting the ground with a dull, heavy thud as his gun slipped from his hand and clattered uselessly beside him.
Arthur stood there, staring.
He couldn't understand what was happening.
"W-What?"
His voice came out as a barely audible whisper.
His mind instantly went blank, unable to process what had just unfolded in front of him.
