C135 Danger

In reality, he was far too naive, treating his life as if it were child's play. No matter how hard he ran, escape was futile if it was meant to be.

The noises behind him grew increasingly closer and louder, instilling a sense of dread. The burly man didn't dare look back, feeling as though the wind—or perhaps a person wielding a knife—was hot on his heels, ready to strike at any moment