Adam reached out to open the front passenger door, but Celine had already opened the rear door and gotten in. Seeing this, Adam briefly froze.

“Hurry up, Mr. Alvarez. We must find Hailey as soon as possible,” Celine urged.

Adam glanced at Celine through the rearview mirror. Seated in the back seat, she kept looking down at her phone. Her pale face, accentuated by her fair complexion, appeared translucent. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Hailey, and she only glanced at him. With one in the front and the other in the back, they looked like strangers. Adam looked away and floored the gas pedal.

“All right,” he said.

Hailey cried throughout the ride. However, she soon realized something was wrong. Looking out the window, she saw they weren't taking their usual route home; the road was becoming increasingly desolate.

Looking at the driver, Hailey asked, “Mister, this isn’t Schelf Road. Where are you taking me?”

The driver removed his cap, revealing a scar on his face. Laughing, he replied, “I’m taking you to have some fun.”

For some reason, Hailey found him familiar. She finally remembered: the driver was Storm Killer, a criminal the police had been searching for. Storm Killer only committed crimes on rainy days. That month alone, he had killed two female university students.

A chill ran down Hailey’s spine as she realized she was in Storm Killer’s car. She was in danger.

“Stop the car now!” Hailey tugged at the door handle, but it was locked.

Refusing to be passive, Hailey lunged forward and grabbed the steering wheel from Storm Killer. The car immediately swerved.

Storm Killer hadn't expected Hailey to be so fierce. With a darkened expression, he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop. He got out, dragged Hailey out, and slapped her hard across the face. Hailey, the cherished daughter of the Lamberts, felt her ears ring and blood ooze from her lips. Pressing her against the car, Storm Killer grinned creepily. “I initially wanted to take you back first, but it seems you can’t wait. I’ll rape you first. Then I’ll kill you and tear your body into pieces. That’ll be rather exciting, too.”

Hailey trembled. She fought back, yelling, “Let go of me, you criminal! You’ll be punished for your crimes!” Storm Killer was unfazed. Studying her birthmark, he sneered, “You’re so ugly. I bet no guys like you, right? You should be thanking me. I’ll let you experience what it’s like to be touched by a man before you die.”

Storm Killer’s humiliations plunged Hailey into despair. Tears streamed down her face. With a loud rip, Storm Killer tore open Hailey’s collar, exposing her delicate skin. “You’ve got a gorgeous body for such an ugly face,” he said, leering at her body.

Horrified, Hailey screamed and shut her eyes, believing this was the end. Negative thoughts flooded her mind, making her feel unloved and worthless because of her perceived ugliness. Just as she thought all hope was lost, a slender arm grabbed Storm Killer’s collar from behind. The person yanked him backward, freeing Hailey.

The rain intensified. Shuddering, Hailey covered herself and looked up at her rescuer.