Follow their own paths

Pain radiated through Nina's body as she hit the road, the gravel biting into her palms.

Nina attempted to pull herself up, but she was too exhausted to even lift a finger. She tried again, but the throbbing ache in her limbs screamed in protest.

Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a reminder of the danger closing in.

She fought against the darkness that threatened to consume her, but her body refused to cooperate.

In the silence that followed, the footsteps of the thugs closed in.

The world around Nina blurred, and her consciousness slipped away.

The thugs stopped when they spotted Nina on the road. Laughing, they blew a whistle at her. “Why aren’t you running anymore, huh?” The thug advanced and attempted to grab her.

Just as he neared Nina, a sharp object was hurled in his direction.

The block of wood struck his back, causing him to fall backward.

Jayden had arrived.

His dark gaze seemed to size them up, like a lion assessing its prey before going in for the kill.

Sensing