Werewolf's Roar

"1...,"

"2...,"

"3!"

"Rot in hell!" 

"Chase her, Tristan! Don't you ever let that woman escape from us!" An older driver said and he called the younger one by his real name. 

Dianna gulped and looked throughout the creepy street. All buildings was closed and there was no way of asking for help. 

She held the steel with her and used as self defense. The older man was being hit for several times but he could still move and run. 

"Where do you think you're going huh?" Tristan, the younger driver asked her from behind. 

He stood from a distance with a meaningful smile on his lips. He was quite tall, tanned man as she didn't saw his face certainly. 

But Dianna noticed his thick, black beards on his chin and upper lips. "No one will ever hear you not save you from here! It's the creepiest street during this hours and I think, the best way to survive is to surrender yourself to us with my friend, D