Evan’s heart raced as he stared at the figure in the doorway, his mind whirling with questions. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, gripping his weapon tighter. The cabin’s shadowy interior loomed behind the newcomer, a refuge that felt both inviting and treacherous.“Evan,” the figure said, stepping into the moonlight. It was Rachel—an old ally he thought had been lost to the chaos. “I heard the crash. I came to help.”“Help?” he snapped, his mind racing. “How can we trust you?”“Because you don’t have a choice!” Rachel shot back, urgency in her voice. The footsteps of Killian’s men were getting closer, their shouts piercing the night. “Get inside, now!”Evan hesitated, weighing his options. He could hear Marga’s ragged breath beside him, her injured ankle slowing her down. He didn’t have time to debate loyalty. “Marga, come on!” he urged, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the cabin.Just as they ducked inside, the door slammed shut behind them. The cabin was dimly lit by a

The barn shook as the explosion rocked the ground, dust and debris swirling in a chaotic frenzy. Evan blinked through the haze, adrenaline coursing through him like wildfire. He glanced at Marga, whose eyes were wide with shock, then at Rachel, who was already moving toward the nearest exit.“Get out!” Evan shouted, urgency propelling him forward. He grabbed Marga’s arm, pulling her to her feet. “We need to move!”They stumbled out of the barn, the acrid scent of smoke filling their lungs. The chaos outside was deafening—shouts and the crack of gunfire punctuated by the relentless thump of helicopter blades. Killian’s men were disoriented, caught off guard by the surprise attack, but they wouldn’t stay that way for long.“Over here!” Rachel yelled, leading them toward a thick grove of trees bordering the property. Evan could see the enemy regrouping, their anger boiling over as they sought out their targets.“We need to find cover!” Evan urged, pushing Marga ahead of him. They dashed

Evan's world spun into chaos as darkness enveloped him. Time felt distorted, each heartbeat echoing in his ears, drowning out the noise of the outside world. He struggled against the void, a desperate need to cling to Marga anchoring him to reality.“Stay with me!” he shouted, but his voice echoed in an abyss. Images of Marga’s face, full of life and determination, flooded his mind, fueling his fight against the encroaching darkness. Suddenly, a bright light pierced through, and he felt a jolt of pain shoot through his body. Evan gasped, blinking against the harsh brightness of the moonlight filtering through the trees. “Marga!” he croaked, scrambling to his feet, disoriented. Panic clawed at his throat as he searched the ground for her, dread pooling in his stomach.“Marga!” he shouted again, voice raw with desperation. He stumbled toward where he had last seen her, fear pushing him forward. As he rounded a tree, he found her lying on the ground, her face pale against the backdrop

Evan and Marga pressed deeper into the cavern, the distant roar of engines and shouts echoing ominously behind them. The flickering light from the explosive had left shadows dancing along the walls, creating a disorienting maze that seemed to swallow them whole.“Which way?” Marga panted, her eyes wide with urgency.“Follow me,” Evan replied, determination surging within him. The adrenaline from their confrontation with Killian still coursed through his veins, sharpening his senses. “We need to find another exit.”They navigated through the labyrinth of rock, the air thick with dust and tension. Each echo of footsteps sent jolts of anxiety through Evan, but he kept moving forward. He couldn’t let fear grip him; he had to be their anchor.Suddenly, the sound of their pursuers grew louder. Voices shouted commands, followed by the screech of tires on gravel. “They’re coming,” Marga whispered, glancing back, her fear palpable.“Stay close,” Evan urged, tightening his grip on her hand. The

Evan’s heart raced as he faced Leo, the dim light of the forest casting eerie shadows across the man’s smirk. “Looks like the tables have turned,” Leo taunted, aiming his weapon with a steady hand. “Step aside, Leo,” Evan warned, his voice low but resolute. “This isn’t your fight anymore.”“Oh, but it is!” Leo laughed, a dark edge to his tone. “You think you can just walk away from this? You’ve made it personal.”Marga’s grip tightened around Evan’s arm. “We need to move,” she whispered urgently, glancing over her shoulder, as if sensing Killian lurking nearby.Evan’s mind raced. They were outnumbered and trapped between Leo and the threat of Killian lurking in the shadows. “Leo, you don’t want to do this,” he said, trying to reason with him. “We can work together to take down Killian.”“Ha! And give up my chance at revenge? Not a chance!” Leo’s eyes gleamed with fanatic determination. “You took everything from me. Now it’s your turn to suffer.”Evan took a step forward, lowering his