The dim light in the abandoned church flickered as silence settled over the room. Wil lay helpless, his body still bound and his mind racing with thoughts of escape, of his mother. He could feel the weight of impending doom hanging over him like a shroud. Every second ticked by with agonizing slowness.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the violent crash of a door being kicked off its hinges. The wooden doors splintered, sending shards flying as a figure stepped into the room with fierce determination.
It was Scarlet, Wil's mother.
"She's here…" Keino's eyes filled with excitement. He didn't mind the deaths of his men on the outside. He was just happy to see the woman. "The butcher is here to die."
"Keino…" She roared in anger.
