Ria ran as fast as she could.
She ran away from the building, the city, and the system.
She ran away from Leon, his allies, and his enemies.
She ran away from the lover, the betrayer, and the enemy.
She ran away from the origin, the source, and the cause.
She ran away from everything.
She didn't know where she was going.
She didn't know what she was doing.
She didn't know why she was running.
She only knew that she had to run.
She had to run for her life.
She had to run for her freedom.
She had to run for herself.
She ran until she reached the outskirts of the city.
She ran until she found a car.
She ran until she drove away.
She drove until she reached the highway.
She drove until she saw a sign.
A sign that said:
"Welcome to New York."
She smiled and thought:
"New York. The city of dreams. The city of opportunities. The city of escape."
She thought:
"Maybe I can start a new life here. Maybe I can forget everything that happened. Maybe I can be happy here."
She thought:
"Maybe I can be free here."
But she was wrong.
She was not free.
She was not safe.
She was not alone.
She was being watched.
By him, them, and it.
By Leon, his allies, and his enemies.
By the lover, the betrayer, and the enemy.
By the origin, the source, and the cause.
By everything.
They were watching her every move.
They were tracking her every location.
They were listening to her every thought.
They were waiting for their chance.
Their chance to catch her.
Their chance to bring her back.
Their chance to make her theirs.
They were waiting for their moment.
Their moment to strike.