The police took Sam, Zoe, and the unconscious Cael away.
At the police station, everything proceeded normally.
With Sam by her side, Zoe recounted the events, including the sexual harassment she had previously suffered at the company at the hands of Cael.
Once he regained consciousness, Cael seemed to have an epiphany. He broke down in tears, kneeling and begging for mercy at the police station, hoping for Zoe’s forgiveness once again.
But this time, Zoe did not hesitate. She was determined to see this man behind bars.
Just the charges of attempted murder, stalking, and attempted rape were enough to imprison him.
The police station was surprisingly humane, with someone attending to Zoe’s twisted ankle. The treatment was simple, just an application of some medicinal solution.
As Sam waited outside the police station, a voice came from behind him.
"Young man, You’re really powerful. Don’t be fooled by the fact that he’s awake now; you broke several of his ribs. Are you really just a high school student?"
Turning around, Sam saw a woman in a police uniform standing behind him.
He had a vague recollection of this woman; he hadn’t paid much attention to her during the statement-taking process.
Now, under the doorway’s light, he could see her beautiful face as she removed her cap, exuding a rare, spirited aura.
This didn’t mean she looked manly, but rather, her gaze seemed sharp enough to cut you if you looked too long.
Her posture was upright, conveying a unique charisma that led Sam to quickly deduce she wasn’t just some ordinary clerk; she definitely had a background in military service.
So, what was her role? A policewoman?
That didn’t seem right. There were no police characters in the game’s storyline.
Sam was cautious, offering a naïve smile.
"I just exercise at home a lot and have learned a bit of combat skills. Maybe it’s because Cael is rather frail."
The policewoman approached Sam, and he couldn’t help but notice her striking height. She was one of the most elegantly tall and attractive women he had ever encountered.
She must have been around 6.5 feet tall!
Moreover, her ample and prominent breasts almost seemed too much for her police uniform, which looked like it was on the verge of bursting. She was at least an E-cup.
With such height, figure, and looks, it seemed almost a waste not to be a model.
But serving as a police officer seemed honorable too.
"It doesn’t seem as simple as you describe," the policewoman commented, her experience telling her that the severity of Cael’s injuries wasn’t something ordinary exercise could inflict.
Sam frowned, sensing her suspicion.
"Officer, as a victim who hasn’t broken any laws or caused any trouble, is it appropriate for you to say this to me?"
The policewoman smiled at Sam’s expression and shook her head.
"I didn’t mean anything by it. I just know that often those who drown are the ones who know how to swim. It’s good to have self-defense skills, but don’t be so impulsive next time you face an armed assailant. You’re young; don’t gamble with your life, especially since not everyone is as weak as Cael."
Sam paused, surprised. Was the policewoman showing concern for him?
But why the sudden interest?
Nevertheless, he appreciated the kind gesture and nodded.
"I understand, Officer... um..."
Since he didn’t know her name, Sam used a somewhat awkward title.
The policewoman chuckled, "I’m Aurora, and I know you’re Sam. Remember, it’s wise to call the police first in emergencies. Don’t act impulsively in every situation."
For some reason, when Aurora smiled, Sam was reminded of Mia.
Although they looked somewhat alike, the difference in height was significant. Could there be any connection between them?
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Realizing their conversation was over, Aurora patted Sam’s shoulder.
"Take care on your way back," she said, departing with a carefree elegance, her hair flowing in the wind like a heroine from a martial arts film.
Sam didn’t think much of it. After all, he was just a student with minimal contact with the police, and since there were no policewomen in the game, Aurora probably wasn’t a threat.
Sam approached Zoe, who was leaning against the wall.
"Does your foot still hurt?"
Zoe smiled at Sam.
"A bit, but it’s manageable. See, I can walk now."
Although she could walk, it was at a pace slower than a sloth’s. Sam couldn’t possibly leave her to go home alone at this hour.
It was already 1 a.m. the next day, and Sam didn’t want to waste more time. He squatted down in front of Zoe again.
"Then hop on, I’ll carry you home so we can get back sooner."
This time, Zoe didn’t hesitate much and carefully climbed onto Sam’s back. She really enjoyed this feeling.
With her arms around Sam’s neck and feeling the gentle movements below, each step he took was stable. From this position, she could clearly smell his scent.
The streetlights shone on them, and on the way home, Zoe felt an indescribable sense of security.
To avoid falling asleep on his back, Zoe spoke softly.
"Sam..."
"Hmm?"
"Weren’t you off work today? How come you were there at that moment?"
"Oh, that. I was filling in for someone last minute. I didn’t expect it either. I just finished work and happened to see a strange man following you, so I got a bit cautious."
Zoe felt genuinely fortunate. If Sam hadn’t been there, or if it had been someone else, a tragedy might have occurred tonight.
Not everyone has the courage and alertness of Sam.
Perhaps others would have ignored it, only to realize the next day upon seeing the news, ’Ah, that victim was the woman I saw last night.’
Zoe’s hands tightened around Sam, and he could feel the pressure of her breasts against his back.
Her breasts were elastic but probably flattened under her weight now.
Even though it was just contact with his back, it felt unusually comfortable. Sam thought if Zoe used her breasts for a full-body massage, it would be incredibly enjoyable.
His hands gripping Zoe’s legs tightened slightly. The feel of her thighs, especially wrapped in silk stockings, was incredibly smooth.
As they walked, Zoe whispered in Sam’s ear.
"Sam... I think I’m becoming luckier because of you."
Her cheeks were flushed, and she was smiling softly.
The entire night seemed to become more ambiguous and turbid at this moment.