Chapter 43 - The Deader

The shots continued relentlessly. I tried to cover Michael's mouth with my hands while simultaneously figuring out a way out of the pressing situation.

It wasn't just this side of the mansion that was being shot at; I could very well hear the thuds and gunshots from all around. It's correct to say we were surrounded.

Just how can a well-guarded mansion, such as this, be surrounded without Kova's knowledge? I questioned. Something is not right.

I glanced behind me to witness the destruction left by the bullets. The sofa we sat on not too long ago was shredded, its once comfortable form was now a chaotic mess of torn fabric and exposed padding. The closet I once admired lay in ruins, its doors torn to pieces. The walls, adorned with frames, were now marked by bullet holes, and the bed, once a haven of rest, was now disheveled and marred by the onslaught of gunfire. Broken glass was scattered everywhere The room was a complete mess after the gunfire.

"We can't stay here, It’s too dangero