The instant she realized the man before her was Jonas, a sense of danger surged in Miss Rachel's heart.
Less than a tenth of a second passed for thought; her reaction was to try to strike the man's neck with a knife-hand.
Miss Rachel, well-versed in assassination techniques, had used this move more than once to deal with enemies. The victim would usually fall unconscious-depending, of course, on the force Miss Rachel put into it. If she wished, this knife-hand strike was enough to send the victim into shock, or even a vegetative state.
And right now, Miss Rachel clearly had no intention of holding back. But the moment she raised her hand, the handcuffs restrained her movement.
Because the motion was so large, the entire hospital bed shuddered, and a red mark was chafed onto Rachel's wrist.
After realizing she was bound, Miss Rachel settled down. A pair of eyes hidden beneath her bangs stared coldly at the man before her. She also tucked her other cuffed hand beneath the blanket.
"It seems Miss Rachel holds quite a grudge against me."
Jonas didn't seem to mind the girl's sudden movement. He tilted his head and said:
"Could you tell me why you wanted to target me?"
Just like a conversation between ordinary friends, there wasn't a trace of interrogation in Jonas's tone-as if he were genuinely curious why the girl would target him for assassination.
With no way to escape for the time being, Miss Rachel appeared to have given up on resisting. Looking at the man before her, she frowned and said:
"Since you know my name, you should know my identity too. Why would you ask such a stupid question?"
Hearing this, Jonas slowly recounted:
"Rachel Tans, a killer who fled from the Eastern Isles to District