"Do you truly possess no other creative ways to end your life, Little lady?"
The closer he came, the harder it became for Phoebe to breathe. Her mind spun in a chaotic loop, completely reeled by how this man could have possibly tracked her to the rooftop of this isolated high-rise.
"What... what is your purpose here?!" Phoebe demanded, her voice trembling violently as she tried to patch up the bleeding remnants of her pride.
Instead of granting her an answer, the man simply offered a casual, devastating smile, continuing his slow advance without a single ounce of hesitation.
"Hey! Don't you dare come any closer!" Phoebe shrieked, her breathing turning shallow and frantic. "Keep your distance from me!"
"You're afraid of me," the man observed, his tone chillingly flat.
Phoebe shook her head aggressively, denying the truth even as her knees threatened to buckle under her weight. "No! But stop right there!"
