Saint tried to come to terms with the situation.
She had been attacked by three strange men… they did not seem to have attacked her by chance, and they had not been trying to rob her either. They had come to kill her.
These men were dead now. One of her former patients — a detective from the Homicide Division of the Mirage City Police Department — had killed them with his bare hands, right in front of her eyes.
…Well, he had killed two of them with his bare hands. The third one, he had killed with his car.
And now, here she was.
Too calm to describe her current state as a normal reaction, probably in shock.
'They knew who I was. The detective seemed to have known that I would be attacked, as well. He arrived just in time.'
Looking away from the corpses, Saint brushed the wet strands of her hair away from her face and looked at Detective Sunless with a slight frown. Now that everything was over, she could finally feel the bruises on her face and the cuts on her fingers.
