The Blood Of Devil Hunter

-Los Angeles, United States-

"See you tomorrow. Thanks for this, James!"

A woman with a thick gray coat had just said goodbye to a man named James. Iris smiled widely as she held up the plastic wrap to James.

"You're welcome. Keep warm, Iris. Having the flu in winter sucks."

Iris laughed as she walked away from the small cafe near the city center. "Yes!" She shouted while waving her hand at James then turned and left.

Iris is a 24-year-old young woman who works as an employee at James' cafe. She lives with his adoptive parents in an apartment far from the city center.

Her life is very simple, living far from the city makes her unable to get along with girls her age. She has been working as an amateur barista at James' cafe for two years.

Robert's father was old and could not afford to do heavy work like his previous job as a butcher. And now Iris is the backbone of her family so that her adoptive parents can enjoy their old age together.

Iris rubbed her palms which she felt like they were frozen. The cold winter season at the beginning of November made her legs, which were wrapped in jeans, shiver with cold.

She stopped for a moment at a bus stop with other prospective passengers who were about to board the bus. When the bus came, several passengers got off and one by one the passengers also started to enter the bus.

But when Iris was queuing up to board the bus, a husky barked at her loudly. The employer of that dog tried to restrain his dog from attacking the person in front of him.

"I'm sorry Miss. My dog doesn't usually act like this. I'm sorry." Iris didn't answer a single word. Instead, she kept staring at the dog until she got on the bus.

Iris didn't know what had happened to the dog and suddenly she felt very uneasy. Even when she entered the bus the dog kept barking until the bus moved and left the bus stop.

After a long journey, Iris got off at the bus stop near her apartment. She must walk, go straight and then turn, her apartment two blocks ahead. Her hazel eyes caught a woman standing facing her.

Iris immediately stopped in her footsteps. Exactly three meters in front of her, she saw a woman with wavy dark brown hair wearing a maroon coat staring at her.

But since she didn't feel like she recognized the woman, she continued on her way and passed by the woman's left.

"Iris Anastasia Wood. Born June 22, 1997. Adopted child from Witt Orphanage... New York."

Suddenly the woman spoke. Iris stopped again in shock and fear, she turned to look at the woman's figure more closely. No one knows about her identity as an adopted child other than her family.

And also the woman knew about her status as an adopted child from the Witt orphanage. Iris felt her heartbeat ticking fast when their eyes met. The light hazel color of the woman's eyes made her even more frightened.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Iris asked with her voice slightly trembling.

She often meets many people while working at the café. But she had never seen someone who had the color like her eyes color. Then upon seeing that cold expression, Iris knew she was in danger right now.

She then immediately turned around to leave and got away from the woman as quickly as possible. But just as she was about to run, five men were standing about seven meters away from her.

She is trapped. With her back shaking, Iris tried to catch her breath while thinking of running away. She didn't have any weapons on her body. Around her, there was only white snow covering the road.

"I want to talk to you, Iris." Iris hastily looked back when the woman spoke again. Along with the five men who walked approached her.

"Stay away from me! I said stay away!" Iris immediately screamed in panic.

This falling snow was like a sprinkling of flowers that was leading Iris to her death's path. Her mind was confused because she was afraid that the six people who surrounded her wanted her life.