A Familiar Silhouette

The little boy's tiny body dropped straight down.

His mother was so frightened that her face turned pale. “Milo!”

That was the scene that Declan saw when he ran over. He frowned, and his gaze turned sharp.

He charged toward the drop tower without hesitation.

However, there was a figure that was faster than him. He saw a woman in a blue windbreaker zipping past the police at the speed of lightning